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𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦

pairing - charles leclerc x best friend! (turned lover) reader

summary - charles decides that he finally wants some normalcy in his life, that’s when reader and her best friend take it on their own hands to make it the most normal date that charles has ever been on. that is until charles blows off his date, realizing that he can no longer hide his emotions and feelings for his best friend

a/n - best friends to lovers, one of my least favorite tropes what this just seemed right. and as usual the best friend will be named (Ines) p.s reading is kind of rushed :)

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“No,”

“Why not?”

“Because Charles, normal people don’t wear a full five piece suit on a first date.” Y/n makes a face and Ines snort laughs at the sight of the Monegasque driver.

Charles groans as Y/n tugs at his tie and makes another face.

“Well I don’t know what to wear.” Charles plops down on the armchair behind him and crosses his arms with a pout on his face.

Ines and Y/n share a look before slowly starting to nod. Ines gets up and the two stand right in front of Charles with a smug smile on their faces.

“No, no, no. I don’t like this look,” Charles rapidly shakes his head as the two best friends in front of him keep nodding.

Y/n and Ines waste no time in dragging Charles into their enormous walk-in closet. Charles gets thrown into a chair the moment they enter the room.

The brunette spends the next ten minutes listening to Y/n and Ines mumble and completing why he agreed let Y/n help them with his first ‘normal date’.

“Here,” Y/n tosses Charles pair of jeans.

“And this,” Ines throws him a vintage sweatshirt.

“Layer the sweatshirt over the dress shirt, and leave everything untucked from the jeans. And also your perfectly white sneakers.” Y/n rolls her eyes at the last part and Charles can’t help but grin.

Ines and Y/n ushers for the Monegasque to change and they settle into the two armchairs. The y/h/c girl keeps quiet as she gently grazes Charles suit jacket making Ines raise an eyebrow.

“Are you okay?” Y/n shakes her head and nods with a stiff look on her face.

“No you’re not,” Ines sighs and gets up from her seat. She crosses her arms and stands in front of Y/n with an unimpressed look on her face.

“I am completely fine, I have no idea with you’re talking about.” Y/n sits up and drapes Charles’s jacket over the chair next to him.

“I don’t think so,” Ines rolls her eyes. “You’re upset that Charles is going on a date and you’re not the one his going with.”

“I- I am not.” Y/n scoffs but hesitantly looks away, avoiding Ines’s gaze.

The brown haired girl ignores her comments and mumbles something in Spanish that Y/n can’t understand.

“Y/n, admit it.”

“No,”

“Say it,”

“No I don’t,”

“Admit it, say that you like Charles.” Ines grabs Y/n and shakes her by her shoulders.

“Fine, fine, I do.” Y/n says in between laughter. “Please stop shaking me.”

“Hah, I knew it.” Ines immediately lets go of her and quietly yells something in Spanish.

Y/n scowls but smiles a little, glad to have the pressure taken off her chest.

“You have to tell him,”

“What? Nessie, I can’t.” Y/n scowls at the idea and punches Ines in the arm.

Ines whimpers and rubs her arm as she walks away from the y/h/c girl, looking at a rack of coats and making an interesting face at a sequin jacket.

Y/n groans as she buries her face in her hands, bringing her knees to her chest.

“How do I look?” Charles enter the room with the rest of his suit in his hand. Ines glances at Y/n before grabbing all pieces of Charles’s suit and a few hangers before leaving the two of them alone.

“Well, this is just another outfit that proves that I can style better than you.” Y/n teases as Charles looks at himself in the mirror.

The two of them stay like that for moment. The two staring at him in the mirror.

So awkward.

Charles adjusts his bracelets as Y/n runs a hand through her hair. Just as Charles is about to open his mouth, his phone buzzes and that gets both of their attentions.

“I think it’s time you go,” Y/n pushes Charles towards the door with a nervous little laugh.

“Y/n-”

“Nope, your date is waiting and you don’t want to be late. Remember Charles, normal people dating.”

“Y/n/n, wait.”

Ugh the nickname.

Y/n nods and bites down on her inner check, trying to not make it obvious that she is one step closer to blushing if Charles does one more cute or swoon-worthy thing.

“I’ll text you later,” Charles mumbles and Y/n can only keep nodding.

“Uh, huh okay, bye now.” Y/n shoves him out the door and waves with a stupid smile on her face that make Ines, who is watching from the kitchen, face palm.

“I’ll be thinking of you, thanks for everything.”

“Neat, bye now. Text me everything later,” Y/n slams the door close and sighs in relief, only to be greeted with Ines’s horror-filled face and her opening a book and gripping it tightly.

“Neat,”

“Yes, that is what you said.” Ines says with an unreadable look on her face as she aggressively flips the page.

“Oh my God, he said he would thinking of me, Ines. And I said neat,” Y/n sits down at the counter and groans into her hands.

“Yep, I don’t know if what I said to Joseph on our first date after he said he wanted to see me again is worse or this.”

“Didn’t you thank him?” Y/n scrunches her eyebrows together.

Ines sighs as she slams her book close, “I fucking thanked him.”

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So, so stupid.

Y/n groans as she lays down on the floor, her phone thrown halfway across the room. The constant buzzing is killing her.

It’s either Ines asking her a million questions or Charles texting her about the date. Either way we doesn’t want to hear from neither of them.

The y/h/c girl has a pout on her face as she watches Kat’s poem from 10 Things I Hate About You. She tries her best to not cry as she has a crackly face mask on.

As Y/n’s about to have a pity party for herself she, the doorbell rings and she groans once again.

She swings the door open which an annoyed expression on her face.

“What? Wait- Charles? What are you going here?” Y/n tries to keep a straight face as her eyes widen at the sight of her best friend standing at her door with his hands stuffed in his pockets while looking down at the floor.

“I- uh- Came to see you?” Charles smiles awkwardly as he sways from side to side trying to not laugh as he sees the green mixture covering her face.

“Right, uh huh. You know what, we both know neither of us can take anything seriously with this on my face. So give me a minute,” Y/n runs off once again with a nervous laugh, grabbing Charles’s hand and pushing him onto the couch before slamming the door shut.

Charles sits there for a couple minutes before Y/n walked a back into the room.

“So, tell me about your date?”

“I ditched,”

“What?”

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” Charles murmurs, looking down.

Y/n’s eyes rolls to the back of her head for a minute before she sits up straight and stares right into Charles’s green eyes.

“I- I like you too?”

“You do?” Charles inches closer towards her face and she nods with a sheepish smile on her face.

“I like you too,”

The two lean in for a kiss and everything was going so well and-

Damn it Ines.

“What?”

“I knew it! I fucking knew it! Joseph owes me so much money!”

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baka-bakeneko · 1 year

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Into It - Kento Nanami x Fem!Reader

tags: NSFW, workplace, Mr. Nanami has an obsession, overthinking, progressively dirtier thoughts, stalker behavior, seat licking, mention of footplay [i know, i'm sorry], masturbation in workplace, territory-marking, [i mean some seriously off-handle shit happens and i feel like tagging them would spoil the surprise], y/n is used, panty stuffing, foreplay, semi-public sex, slow burn sex, creampie, snowballing, not really proofread just shared with fellow degenerates word count: 6.52 k synopsis: Nanami Kento loves seeing you at the workplace. [headcanon idea provided by bllue_soul on twitter, their art is amazing, their obsession with Nanami is immaculate] a/n: i want this man (SPICY) to spit in my mouth after he eats taco bell. I'd let him use my asshole as an ashtray. thank you for coming to my tedtalk.

Nanami loved when you wore blue in the office. He'd never say it, but Nanami made sure to get up for a cup of coffee when you'd show up in the morning.

Five minutes late as usual, even on days you were scheduled later. Nanami couldn't explain why it was that exact time, every time, but you always walked through the elevator doors with your coffee cup in hand, looking for your ID in your purse.

Knee-length pencil skirt, black. Teal blue silk button-up. Heels. The strappy kind that went around your ankle and sleek. The bottoms were scuffed because of daily use, except for Fridays when you wore your black sneakers.

He refilled his cup, catching glances of you through the glass of the breakroom. You were running late, yes, but today was different. You reached to strap up your heel, wearing an entirely new skirt half shorter than the regular.

With a lift of your knee to a lobby table, you fixed your shoe and inadvertently flashed your lacy blue panties. Nanami stepped closer to the counter, acknowledging the sudden throb of his cock at the sight. He narrowed his eyes, catching onto more of the previously hidden skin of your inner thighs.

He'd peeked before, passing by you in the downstairs cafe but was caught by the slip you wore underneath. But now you were as careless as possible, as if you'd wanted Nanami to notice all of you.

He would've popped a blood vessel if he didn't keep his composure; a slick icy dew settled down his spine as he pulled his coffee cup to his lips and disguised his gulp. Nanami slowly tore his eyes away from your elongated legs as you stood upright, as you adjusted your skirt just past your thighs.

He stole another glance as you walked in, admiring the tilt of your hips when you walked and how this new skirt of yours aided the visual.

Nanami cleared his throat when another coworker entered and discreetly adjusted himself in his slacks before taking an actual swig of his coffee. He excused himself to his desk and sat down precisely, making sure his chair was two inches in the way of the walkway.

You exchanged your greetings to your coworkers as you breezed by them, taking long pulls of your coffee while you made it to your desk aisle.

Upon your turn, you noticed Kento sat upright in his chair almost purposefully in the walkway.

"Good morning, Nanami," you offered with a small smile pursed on your lips.

Your free hand went to his shoulder and carefully cupped it, willing yourself to not squeeze and admire the amount of muscle he hid under his suit.

You cleared your throat as you sidled around his chair, your thigh brushing his knee while your hand pushed him in rotation to watch you walk by.

Nanami's eyes were trained on your hand for the moment you touched him, then stole a peek at your ass as you breezed by him. This coy display of yours made his heart race in his ears.

"Y/N, you're late," he chastised softly, rotating the full 180 with his eyes glued on yours all the way to your seat.

"I know," you pouted, sitting down carefully at your chair. You pressed your knees together and tucked your legs just under the seat. "The line at the coffee shop was so long, even when I got there early."

Nanami tightened his jaw, straightened his tie and put on his best composure; you smiled at his efforts, how he slicked at his hair and flattened his tie to his chest.

"I even got you something," you cut in, stalling his scolding you. You dug into your purse and retrieved a singular wrapped cake pop, coated with light blue sprinkles over the beige icing. "Reminded me of you."

Nanami's eyes remained blank though the underside of his right one twitched; you held the treat out to him and he took it with a low tone of thanks.

"That's not all," you offered, going through your bag again to retrieve a bottle of iced coffee. "I know you like hot coffee, but I brought you a cold brew. More caffeine."

Nanami stiffened further, watching as you set the glass bottle on your shared desk then pushed it with the tips of your fingers over to him. Your effort was cute, pushing past the small conjoining crack as you remained fully in your seat.

He could see down your blouse then, past the teal blue silk and in to see another catch of lace. Nanami gulped, his free hand clutching the top of the cold brew bottle and slamming his eyes shut.

"Thank you, Y/N."

You sat upright with a snap, folding your hands to your lap with a cheeky smile. "No problem, Nanamin."

His cock was seething now, so hot and throbbing for you without you even noticing his slow descent.

You forced your knees tighter together, hoping to hide the sudden wet you had for Nanami as you did everyday sitting in front of him. So badly you wanted to be his office pet, for him to keep his attention focused on you rather than work.

With a curt nod in your direction, he slid into his corner office desk and logged onto his computer. You watched the man square his shoulders, finishing off his cup of coffee before you turned around in your chair.

Nanami peeked from the corner of his eye to you, wheeling yourself tight into your cubicle and reaching for the straps of your heels. Like clockwork, they helped you walk in but the constant sprint to the train, even when you're running early, warred on your arches.

He carefully mapped the flex of your calves as you kicked your heels off and rested your bare feet on the low-pile carpet.

Nanami thought of you, one day, resting your tired feet on his lap. How you'd press your aching arches into his thigh while silently willing him to ease the stress in them. He'd happily do so, for you, if you asked nicely.

By break-time, the swell of Nanami's cock subsided to replace his actual work. While you were in the forefront of his mind, you were subdued when his eyes weren't on you. He focused on numbers that repeated in sequence until you logged off of your computer and put your shoes on.

"I'm going to lunch with some of the girls," you offered, sidling around to face Nanami's back. "Would you like to come?"

Nanami paused in typing, the thought striking through his core. Very badly, he thought, all over your tits and tongue. He raised his brows, turning his chin over his shoulder slightly to you.

"No, thank you."

You hummed, pushing to your feet with your hand resting on Nanami's desk. "Would you like me to get you something?"

You reached a curious hand out, wanting to brush through the back of Kento's short blond hair. Your hand stagnated in the air before you balled your fist and dropped it to your waist.

He tilted his chin in your direction, catching your eyes. Nanami's jaw tightened, staring at your soft gaze back at him. The harsh lights of the office did absolutely nothing well for your features, but lightning nonetheless was beautiful haloed around you.

Nanami shook his head in response, pushing away from his desk with a log off. You leaned further into Nanami's view, taking up more of his scenery.

"Would you like to get drinks with us tonight?" You asked, tilting a hip against the desk.

Nanami kept his eyes locked with yours, his lax eyes watching as your ass shelved onto the desk and rode your already short-skirt further up.

"Us?" He repeated, turning sideways to hid his once again growing bulge.

You smiled, scoffed in amusement as your hand reached out to push Nanami to face you. "The girls from work. I'm sure they won't mind you tagging along."

Nanami stuffed his hands into his pockets instantly, doing his best to hide the stiffening tent in his slacks. The precarious position he was in before you was nothing he hadn't imagined before.

You leaned against the desk before him, his chair placed directly before you. "I-I don't think I should."

"Oh, come on," you pleaded softly, lowering your voice as your coworkers began to file out to grab lunch. "I'll buy you a drink."

The ache slowly roared up Nanami's stomach, taking all of you in.

"I'll think about it," he said, sitting back in his chair. "Now, go on, before you miss lunch with your friends."

You smiled and pushed off of the desk, straightening out your skirt before walking away. "You want me to bring you something back?"

Nanami followed your movements around to the front of his cubicle; he grinned suddenly and shook his head.

"No, go." He raised a hand to wave you off. "Go, before you're late coming back."

You scrunched your nose at him then pat your hand on top of his cubicle before walking off. The way his dull stare looked into you, locked into you while he kept his attention directed at you made you feel warmer inside.

You wrung the handle of your purse on your shoulder as you walked out of the office, looking back a final time to see Nanami standing up to refresh his cup of coffee.

Nanami was careful moving while still in your line of sight. He ignored your gaze and went to the breakroom to clean his coffee cup. More of his coworkers filed out of the office, leaving him alone for the hour lunch they had.

Upon seeing you leave, Nanami took the opportunity to return back to his desk. With the lights automatically shutting off, Nanami rested his head in the exact space where you sat on the desk.

He breathed softly at the remnant of warmth you left, turning his face to press his nose right where he imagined your panties touched the surface. All of it, so warm. Nanami pressed his tongue to the surface, knowing that he wouldn't find anything of note in your wake but imagined the heavy damp of your pussy.

Nanami huffed against the desk, resting his forehead to it as he fumbled with his belt buckle. The thought of eating you out on the very desk after hours drove the heat right back to his throbbing cock.

He took grip of his cock and stroked once, stopping his breath on the thought of you sat where his head was now. Like a dog, he lapped at the desk top while he squeezed tight at his cock and stroked long and slow.

Nanami sniffed up all of your scent, licked up all that he could before he felt your essence was dissipated from the top. He'd normally hold off on such outward displays in regards to you, but today felt like more.

He moved away from the desk in a pant, dropping to his knees and trudging to your chair. Imagining the day he'd lay his head on your lap, let your tired feet fumble over his raw cock, Nanami stroked and inhaled deeply at your chair.

Kento breathed deeply at your seat, dragging his tongue over the aerated mesh of your chair. He imagined your skirt ridden up further while you sat, your lacy blue panties rubbing against the mesh.

Kento opened his eyes to look at your seat, the thin string of your panties woven into the mesh. His brow quirked and gnawed at the spot to free the string.

He thought of your panties catching, your pussy touching the mesh and riling yourself up while at work. Naughty girl, he thought, squeezing his cock harder as he finally came.

With a kneel, Nanami reached out for your to-go coffee cup and brought it to his dripping cock. He leaked all of his cum from his tip and into the empty cup, staring down at its ooze mixing with the legs of the coffee remnant at the bottom.

He caught his breath, bent over your chair, letting his cock twitch freely into the cup until he was empty. Kento sat back on his haunches, righted his pants and belt buckle before standing up and grabbing the cup in disgust.

Carefully, he walked it to the men's restroom and discarded it in the bin, stuffing it far to the bottom and balling paper towels on top.

Nanami stood before the mirror, washing his hands while staring at the sudden blush in his demeanor. He wished to understand the allure about you over him in such a place. Even when he thought about work, you were right over his shoulder.

Like a tempting little devil in your lacy undies, crossing and uncrossing your legs in your strappy heels. Nanami knew it was wrong to want to be between them so bad while on the clock, but the stress only built with every passing by.

He leaned against the white tile of the bathroom and took a deep breath, knowing he could get through another day like he did every other one before it.

But tonight you asked him out for drinks. And he was going to go.

Closing down his office desk around the same time as you, Nanami stood up and righted his suit jacket in the walkway. You managed to step back into your heels a final time, strap them up and put your phone in your bag as you logged out of your computer.

"Y/N," Kento began as you took of your ID and put it into your bag.

You hummed, giving the blond man your undivided attention. He stood stiffly before you, hair and suit kempt to the nines just as you expected from him every day.

He glanced at his watch on his wrist, reached with his free hand undo his tie at the second the hands hit 5:30. "Let's get those drinks."

By his utterance, you brightened. He saw it and that look alone sent another lash of heat through his stomach. The way your eyes lit up and how your lips curled revealing your teeth in a genuine smile.

"Let's go," you pushed, moving to wrap your arm through his and walk with him to the elevator.

You rested your chin to his shoulder, peering up at him with your still egregious smile; Nanami's heart raced with how close you were to him at this moment.

He kept his pace with you, not overexerting your tired stride in your strappy heels. Nanami kept his arm bent with yours, his muscle flexing under your fingers.

"Do you workout?" You asked innocently enough, squeezing tenderly at his bicep. You felt his body tense under your touch, his muscle tightening in your grip.

You hid a roll of your eyes at that, your mind wondering to the thought of what Nanami looked with his shirt off. Your imagination on him kept you focused hard at work everyday, as if he would be able to read it on your face.

Kento's body was rigid by your touch, your question. He glanced down at you, offered a half-watt smirk.

"Not a day in my life." He added, pushing the button for the elevator and stepping inside with you.

When he thought it'd be just the two of you, your coworker friends suddenly flooded into the elevator. The bubble surrounding the two of you was now popped, all the noise of the multiple women nothing more than grating.

Still, you held onto his arm, pulled him a bit closer as you looked up at him expectantly. His heart fluttered as his cock twitched, both parts of him expecting two different things at once.

You managed to get the bartender's attention while Nanami sat at the table off from your coworkers. He'd loosened his tie and folded it carefully to tuck into his suit pocket.

You were leaning egregiously over the bar, waiting as the bartender fixed your drinks, no longer paying attention to how your new skirt was riding up.

Nanami wanted to sit back and admire the view, but glanced around to the other patrons. His eyes caught onto a few gentlemen's gazes, how they lined up on the curve of your ass.

He was up and behind you swiftly, his hands respectfully holding the sides of your skirt and pulling it down over your thighs.

You sat up with a grin, into Nanami, leaning your head against his shoulder. "What, don't like a show?"

Kento reddened, glancing around the bar at the other men now fixated on your proximity. He straightened his hands along your hips then backed away. I don't want to share you with other men.

You maneuvered in his hold and turned around, touching at his naked collared shirt. Nanami's hands followed up to clasp over yours. He shook his head.

"I...don't want you to be exposed." He managed to say, chastising himself internally for chastising you like this.

You slipped a hand up his neck, emboldened by his touch. "You like what you saw..."

Nanami hid a roll of his eyes, holding himself up from leaning into your hold. "Maybe a little, but this isn't the place for that."

You narrowed your eyes at Nanami, searching his calculated stare back at you. "You wanna dance?"

His brow furrowed quizzically, allowed you to push past him and ditch the drinks. You grabbed onto his wrist and led him out onto the dimly lit dance floor, the lights pointed up towards the ceiling cycling through the rainbow.

"Y/N, I don't dance," Nanami said flatly, dragging his feet after you.

"Then stand there," you responded, dropping his hand to your hip after you faced away from him. "I like a man that knows what he wants."

Nanami gulped as he felt you press against him; your skirt hiked up an inch as you slid down the length of his legs and pulled yourself back up.

Internally, he bit at his knuckles, fighting every urge to lose himself before you. Nanami reached out for your hands, holding you upright before him.

"Don't...do that," Nanami scolded, hissing into your ear.

You felt a chill roll down your spine, feeling Kento's breath husk against your skin. You forced your knees together, feeling the warmth pool further down to your pussy.

You teasingly tilted your ear in the direction of the blond's mouth. "What do you want me to do, Kento?"

An errant grimace scoured his mouth, the sound that followed it along with the grip of his hands made your breath pick up.

You felt the bulge of his cock against your ass, how it throbbed against you.

Nanami couldn't help it then, smelling your shampoo and feeling you so closely. His mouth jerked to answer but he was silenced as you swayed your hips to the switch of music.

His slammed his eyes shut, leaning against your temple as his thumbs ran along your palms. "Y/N, please."

"I can stop," you whispered, tilting your head further to look behind at Kento. "Just tell me too."

Nanami panted softly against you, ready to press you hard against him and cum in his pants. He wanted to call you out right there, tell you this was inappropriate and that your friends were watching.

"I-I can't," he whimpered into your ear, a groan so sweet all over your body.

You leaned your head back and whispered up to his ear. "I know."

You pulled away from Nanami enough to do a three-step then reeled yourself back into your coworker. "I have something for you."

Nanami relished and dreaded the moment away from you, wanting nothing more than your body melded in his. He groaned into your ear when you returned, a question in his grunt.

You giggled lightly, reaching into your blouse for the strip of lace you'd tucked there upon arriving to the bar. You held the fabric over your middle finger, allowed Nanami's hand to slip it away from you.

Nanami ran his fingers over the fabric, knowing exactly what this was. His cock was indestructible then, hard and folded up against the zipper of his pants. He brought your panties to his nose and inhaled deeply, a low and disgusting sound that resounded beautifully in your ears.

"What do you want to do, Nanamin?" You asked coyly, pressing your ass a bit firmer against his hard bulge.

Kento shut his eyes as he took in a second long inhale of your panties, his other hand holding carefully onto yours.

"Let's find somewhere private," Nanami stressed against your ear.

You grinned softly, turning in the direction of Nanami's low voice. "Lead the way."

Kento waited a long moment, reaching between the two of you to adjust himself. He stuffed your panties into his pocket then pulled away with a low clearing of his throat.

He nodded carefully in the direction of the restroom and you followed his lead down the hallway. Kento looked over at the table with your coworkers, all of them occupied in one another, and grabbed your hand to exit out of the back door.

You slid out of the exit with him, wading in the back brick alley. You watched as Nanami looked down the length of the alley, surveying his surroundings before pushing you up to the nearest wall to the back door.

He used his knees to pry your legs open, watching your skirt wade up further. Nanami stared at your bare thighs, waiting to see the actual flash of your pussy but stopping himself.

He took grip of your jaw, leaning in and ready to kiss you. Nanami's thumb and index finger pressed into your cheeks, opening your mouth enough to stuff your panties in.

Your drool wetted at the lace, instantly tasting your wet from earlier in the day. Nanami smirk at your doe-eyed look, pressing his lips to your nose as his free hand reached down to swiftly put two fingers into your pussy.

You quivered, your eyelids flickering with your body jolting softly. Kento groaned at the feeling of you clenched around him, your soft walls throbbing, almost aching to be around him.

"You're messy, Y/N," Kento spat before your puckered lips, his chest hardened to keep his excitement at bay.

The sight of you, your eyes glistening in the alleyway light while your spit seeped from the corners of your mouth. Your panties stuffed so carelessly into your mouth, the lace falling on your chin.

"You've been wet since work," he stated matter-of-factly, reminiscing on the taste of you he'd licked from your chair.

Your breath caught, half-blinking at Nanami's statement before nodding. You'd smelled the faint musk of Nanami's cologne and thought of what it smelled like when he sweated.

Nanami slipped a third finger in, working you open as you squeezed your eyes shut at the intrusion. He huffed, planting his free hand on the brick wall beside your head and leaning in.

Nanami carefully rested his lips to your temple, massaging you with his three fingers effectively pushing in and out of you. He ignored your throbbing clit, an act that makes you buck at his thumb rested atop your slit.

"Patience," He hissed softly, pressing his hot crotch against your hip. "is a virtue. Learn it."

Nanami retracted a finger and you whined, feeling his digit line between your folds. He leaned in further, curling his fingers to your innermost wall.

"I want you to enjoy this, not find the release." He ordered, slowing his pace. "Do you understand?"

You nodded at him, your hands bracing the wall to not stop him. Opening your eyes, you met Kento's eyes as breathed methodically in and out of his nose.

When he sensed you'd calmed, Nanami resumed. He teasingly pumped his fingers into you, working his knuckles to make sure you'd be open and sopping for him.

He pulled his fingers out, dragging them along your innermost wall and earning a pulse of your pussy. Nanami looked down at his hand to find his shirt sleeve wet, your walls tightening around his digits rhythmically.

"Good girl," Nanami praised in his low-effort tone. He pulled his sleeve up and returned to his stance, pushing his two fingers back in.

Your eyes rolled as a muffled noise escaped through the lace, relaxing your body to let Nanami make work of it. His fingers, long and warm, were gentle against your pliant walls.

He'd imagined this scenario all day, Nanami wasn't ready to squander it for two minutes of flash-pan lust. He wanted to savor everything about you in this instance.

Nanami reached to undo his belt, still pumping his fingers into you. You watched him flip the leather strap from his belt loops with one hand, readily unclasp the metal hinge and pull it off with a single effective tug.

He stared at the belt in his hands, refastened the loop and urged it in the direction of your hands. You silently obliged his request, allowing him to slip the leather strap over your wrists then pull before folding it back between your tightened hands and knotting it with a final loop.

Nanami's effectiveness, while one-handed, was impressive to say the least. And his fingers still working you all the while was nothing short of excruciating.

You tensed at another soft press at your walls, your eyes crossing at the lick of heat blipped through your stomach in a half-life. Nanami shrugged off his suspenders, leaning his shoulder onto the brick before pressing his chest to yours.

He forced you closer to the wall, your legs spreading further to accommodate his large hand, his long fingers. Nanami cautiously unzipped his pants, undoing the button and shoving the waist of his briefs down to unveil his hard, already leaking cock.

"I've waited for this," he whispered, taking his hand back to pull your skirt up to your stomach.

The brick of the building bit into your ass, driving another low noise from you. Nanami's eyes raked down your body, going for the top button of your blouse and popping it free.

He went for the second one, planting his lips in its resting place against your chest, then the third before revealing your matching lacy bra. In his favorite color.

Nanami bit back the urge to pounce on you, continuing his marvel of your body underneath your office attire. He buried his face between your tits and breathes in, perversely lapping his tongue at the jeweled detail placed in the lace against your breastbone.

He selfishly sniffed at your skin there, running his tongue over the curve of your breasts before nudging his nose at the stiffened peaks tucked behind the peek-a-boo lace.

Nanami glanced up at you, saw your eyes now half-mast and descending into hunger. You wanted him so badly inside you, all over you. The thought of him made your skin itch and sizzle with his body being the cool ice to sate it.

He gnawed into the lace over your nipple, suckling and nibbling at the fabric over your tit before tearing it down with his teeth. Nanami kept your eyes as he sucked your nipple into his mouth, massaging at your breast with his wet lips while his tongue lashed over and over at you.

You trembled, choking in breaths through your panties while your pussy fluttered wildly. Nanami didn't relent, moving over to your other breast and doing the same all while tenderly caressing his cock with his free hand.

You couldn't help another buck of your hips, once again feeling the precipice nesting in the small of your back. Nanami bit at your nipple, earning another squirm from you. He widened his teeth and bit around your areola, earning your hips edging from his touch.

"Discipline is necessary towards pleasure, isn't it?" Nanami asked, not expecting a true answer from you. He towered over you, searching your eyes before pulling his fingers out fast.

The speed floored you, dropping your stomach as he brought his fingers up to admire your wet glistening on his fingers. Nanami ran his thumb over his tips, now wrinkled and pale from being inside you.

He took the time to clean his fingers, using his tongue to draw long stripes of your wet from his skin. You marveled at the curve of his tongue, his lips catching your wet and making them shine.

"But I fear I've left you waiting too long," Nanami whispered, taking grip of his cock and sliding his tip along your slit.

The hot press of his head touching your clit sent chills down your spine, the pre-cum from his tip mixed with the wet from your pussy.

Nanami slipped his cock between your thighs, sliding it closely against your wet. You pouted, feeling the twitching heat of him wedged between your legs.

He pressed his thumb to your folds, holding you open until he pushed his cock into you. The sudden flush of heat that came from his tip just inside you made you wiggle, his cock slowly drove into you.

You tried to bow forward, losing the strength in your knees; Nanami held you up, flushing his chest to yours as he bowed his head down.

You looked up at him, allowing Kento to rest his forehead against yours. He winded against your lips, heating up the drool and damp from your lace panties.

His cock pushed through you, filling you. He throbbed inside of you, twitching within your walls. Your skin broke out into a sweat, chewing on your panties in your mouth before pulling them into your mouth.

You begged for Kento's kiss, pouting your bottom lip out against his. You cried into the fabric, brushing your nose against his as he fucked into you slowly, rolling his hips against yours and out.

He grabbed at your thighs, lifting you up against him; your hands scraped against the brick, following the new scratches that dug into your ass.

"How do I feel?" Nanami asked against your mouth, taking each miniscule flicker of your eyes.

You mewed through your panties, your lips ghosting against his. Kento pecked your top lip, then your bottom lip before pulling at your panties with his teeth.

Each thrust felt better than his fingers, his cock bigger and longer than his digits. You rode into his pumps, leaning your head back against the wall; Kento took the opportunity to lick at your neck, slopping up the building sweat on your skin and suctioning at your collarbone and throat.

He felt that he'd be able to consume you, caging over you protectively while taking from you whatever you offered. Kento appreciated the frailty of you, so open with your hands tied behind you and willing with your panties stuffed in your mouth.

Nanami enjoyed deep down how you splayed before him, the filth that exuded you. He kissed up to your ear, then across your jaw before breathing against your lips again.

He paused in his thrusts to feel you speared on his cock, to feel you gushing over his waist and staining his dress pants. This was better than whatever he imagined at work; Nanami's mind couldn't come up with this scenario during his filthiest daydreams.

You whimpered on him, his length sheathing fully inside you; more wet gushed from you, feeling Kento pressed tightly inside you.

Nanami started his thrusts again, pulling you back onto him until your back stiffened and you scratched at the brick behind you.

You fervently dropped your head up and down, stopping and moaning through the fabric as you rested your forehead to Nanami's shoulder.

The orgasm tore through you, heating up the backs of your thighs; the scratches on your ass pricked further, your back scratching with the brick while you yoyo-ed between the rock of Nanami's cock and the hard place of the wall.

Nanami metered his pace, slowing again with each tighter push through your orgasming walls. He stuttered inside you, allowing your euphoria to pull him through his.

He forced your head up and moaned directly in your face, taking his teeth to tear your panties from your mouth and finally kissing you. Kento closed his arms around your head, pressing you tighter up to the wall.

When he came inside you, you jolted again. The speed of him shooting into you, pooling through you and bringing a new film of sweat over you.

Nanami ate at your lips, scoured and licked into your mouth as he relished in the new gush of warmth around him due to his cum. You were now delectable, much like any dessert with buttercream.

He continued until he caught his breath, releasing your legs to let you stand at the same time of pulling out of you. You felt the sluggy trail when Nanami's cock bowed out of you, your knees trembling at the weight after an orgasm.

"Sorry," Kento apologized, leaning in to kiss your shoulder. "I made a mess."

Before you could shake your head at him, tell him it was okay, Kento kneeled before you. With your thighs spread apart, Nanami stared up at you.

He carefully pulled your heel up to rest on his thigh, running his hand up your calf and further to the back of your knee. Nanami cooed at your skin, resting his cheek to your knee.

"Nanamin?" You questioned.

Nanami ignored your tone, looking up at you again as he shifted closer to you. He lolled his tongue out from his lips, timidly slipping his to the top of your slit.

You jerked away from his tongue. "Kento."

Nanami looked up at you, expectant and patient. "Y/N, let me clean you up."

You wiggled at his words, backing your hips into the brick wall again. "Y-you don't have to."

"I want to," Nanami stated plainly.

He moved closer to you again, licking at the top of your slit then down to your clit; his light pressure caused a ticklish feeling between your shoulders. Nanami kept your eyes as he dropped his tongue to line between your folds, lapping up his housed cum in you.

He carefully licked, prodding his tongue into you to suck more of his cum out. You folded your knuckles to your mouth, trying to keep your breath steady and not enjoy his intimate act more than that.

Nanami pulled back when he felt he'd gotten it all. He carefully stood up again, righting his still-hard cock into his pants then doing the same for your skirt.

He rested his hands at your waist, leaning in to kiss you. You shut your eyes softly, opened your mouth to receive his tongue and felt his spit dribble into you.

Nanami carefully shared his cum into your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself and him; the umami of your sex something to be savored.

You swallowed nervously, realizing what he was doing. You lolled your tongue back at Kento's, swirling your sex between your mouths before he parted to gulp down his half.

"Your taste is immaculate," he whispered before your lips, buttoning your shirt back up and tucking your breasts back into your bra.

"I should go," Kento said, undoing your wrists from your belt.

You rubbed at your wrists carefully as Nanami bent to pick up your panties from the dirty alleyway. He tucked them into his pocket, lined his belt back through its loops.

"Be careful getting home tonight," he warned sweetly, resting his hand to your jaw to pet at it. "Call me if you need me."

You bowed into this man, watching as he slicked his perfect hair back into its set style. Nanami searched your once again doe-eyes, swooning inside by the whole swap from sex kitten to touch-starved in the blink of an eye.

"Okay," you offered, taking grip of his wrist to kiss the meat of his palm.

Nanami pulled back from you, grabbed the door to the bar and held it open for you to walk back in. He followed behind you back to the main area and grabbed his suit jacket along with his keys.

He politely excused himself to your work friends, glancing to see you duck into the bathroom. Walking out of the bar, he narrowed his eyes at the strange men that ogled you earlier and made memory of their faces.

Walking into his apartment, Nanami pointedly kicked his shoes off at the front door and straightened them against the wall. He hung his tie on the back of the door along with his suit jacket.

Kento moved around his apartment in the motions: putting soiled clothes into the hamper, dirty dishes in the dishwasher and straightening up his king-size bed.

He showered, changed into his jinbei and slipped into his slippers. Kento brushed his teeth, made himself a cup of tea, and grabbed the book he'd been working on for the past week.

Shuffling to bed, he turned on his nightlight and climbed in. Folding the comforter over his waist, Nanami flipped open his book to the last page he left off.

He scanned over the words, still going back to the day he'd had. Nanami couldn't lie that his cock was sore from being rubbed raw.

He blinked slowly, pinching at the bridge of his nose with a groan.

From his place in bed, he heard the front door handle jiggle. Nanami sat up, ready to get out of bed as it opened softly then shut again.

He raised a brow and folded his book to his lap to see you, leaning against the doorway.

You held your heels in your hand, having had three extra drinks after Nanami left.

"Hey baby," you grinned drunkenly, dropping your heels to the floor and shuffling to the bed. You folded your body over the plush bed, the pillow-soft comforter cool against your cheek.

"Hi honey," Nanami smiled, folding his book closed. "How was work?"

You hummed, pulling yourself onto all fours and crawling over to your husband. "It was so good, you were so good."

He spared a dry chuckle at you, watching as you curled sideways in the bed, resting your head in his lap. "You were too. Do you want me to run you a bath?"

You shook your head, shutting your eyes. Nanami grabbed at his teacup, holding it out for you to take.

"Take a sip, sweetheart," Nanami urged softly, bending his knee to sit you up on his thigh.

You did so, hiding a roll of your eyes. You set the cup out for Nanami to take back, which he did as he leaned down to peck your lips.

"Did you get cuts from that wall?" he asked, ready to take care of you as you curled further into his lap.

Your eyes fluttered, shaking your head as you tucked closer to Nanami's stomach. "Hold me."

"Anything for you, my love."

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octuscle · 4 months

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Bowling Night

"Bowling? Really?" Francis was fuming with rage. His friend was finally back home after two weeks away on business. He had dressed up. He had been looking forward to a romantic evening. And now his friend was taking him to a shabby bowling center full of fat rednecks. "Darling, please! I had five-course dinners every night for two weeks, had to make small talk in a suit every night. I was looking forward to seeing you so much. But I want to do something really simple tonight. I don't know how I came across bowling myself, but I passed this place on my way from the airport. And somehow I really felt like it now." Konstantin took his friend tenderly in his arms and gave him a kiss on the forehead. Francis tapped his pink sneakers on the floor. Konstantin knew his friend only too well. He knew he couldn't stay angry for long. He gently pulled Francis out of the parking lot and towards the bowling center. Maybe it was going to be a nice and relaxed evening after all. He had always loved going bowling as a child. He had loved celebrating his childhood birthday at the bowling alley. But it must have been…. "YUCK!" Francis cried out. "I'm not wearing those shoes in my life. They're disgusting. What brand is that anyway?" The young man at the counter rolled his eyes. Konstantin tried to calm everything down. Francis struggled to calm down. Konstantin had promised him a glass of sparkling wine. He could usually always calm Francis down with that. And it seemed to be working now too. Konstantin took Francis in his arms and they walked to their train together. Francis continued to grumble quietly to himself. "And when is my champagne coming now?" he asked. "Yo, two brewskis for two browskis?" Francis looked at the young man like an insect to be squashed

"I've already got a beer, you can have that. I'll get a second one for you, buddy." The young man pressed an ice-cold bottle into Francis' hand. He smelled of sweat and Axe. Francis almost had to hold his nose. But then he looked the waiter in the eye. Beautiful blue eyes. Damn, what a face. Features as if chiseled from granite. And even though he didn't know what was coming over him, he gave the waiter a fist bump and said, "Thanks buddy, you're such a lifesaver!" And to Konstantin he said "Come on then, let's throw some bowling balls." Shit, for supposedly still bowling, he was good. Damn good, Konstantin thought to himself. And how did Francis know the waitress? The two of them seemed so familiar, as if they'd known each other since kindergarten? A burp from Francis snapped Konstantin out of his thoughts. "Bro, like seriously? Wake up, it's totally your go!" Konstantin's eyes were almost watering from the stench of nachos, beer and cigarettes that Francis had belched out. They didn't have any nachos. And Francis didn't smoke. "Yo, Chuck! We're all thirsting for another round of brewskis, and hey, you got any cancer sticks on deck?" Francis called out to the waiter. The legs of his sweatpants were tucked into white socks that were no longer quite clean. And what had he done to his hair? Konstantin threw his ball. Strike! He turned around. And saw Francis openly grabbing the crotch of the waiter, who had just returned with beer and cigarettes, and sticking his tongue down his throat. Francis registered Konstantin's horrified look with a grin. "Yo fam, Chuck is gonna roll up later on. I'm thinking a triple threat situation would be straight fire to cap off this lit night, amirite?" Francis stood up, took Konstantin's head and pulled him towards him. And then he gave Konstantin a deep, long French kiss. Konstantin felt dizzy. Francis stank. No, he smelled male. Very masculine. And he tasted masculine. And he felt masculine. Konstantin wanted to run Francis through his curls. But there were no more curls. There was only cropped hair. Francis pressed his crotch against Konstantin's. Both their cocks were hard as steel. "We gonna have that lit threesome later, but right now, I need you, like ASAP, like yesterday! Hurry up, babe!" Francis whispered in Konstantin's ear. And pulled him towards the toilet.

Always when Stan rolled back from a away gig, Frank went total cray-cray like a hyped-up rabbit. Those two went at it like wild animals in the john. Chuck totally saw that coming, no more bowling for them today, duh. When Frank and Stan finally strolled back, Chuck was there waiting with three brewskis like a boss. "Yo, chill out outside while I dim the lights. Hope you've got some juice left for me!" Stan and Frank just grinned and nodded. They sauntered out to the lot, Stan sparking up a ciggie. The night was just getting started, y'all! 🍻💥✨

#male tf #reality change #inked man #chav tf #age reduction #trackies #ai generated

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cyberphuck · 9 months

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Local thottie Kit Bangraaf, from my original fic All Expenses Paid. Paris Bangraaf is his dad by adoption and his Daddy by mutual consent. (I did not get to writing his bio to put in the blank space bc my wrist still fukken hurts. I'm one-finger typing this on the big desktop n it sux.) [img description provided by @qthewhatever ]

Image 1: A digitally drawn character sheet for Kit Bangraaf (a young man with pale skin, blonde hair, and green eyes), in the form of a criminal case file. In the top left corner on the left side, there is a paperclip holding a small photo of a brown-haired man walking the red carpet. The photo is labelled "Paris Bangraaf". Below this photo is a strip of lined paper with a list of Kit's stats, each given a "heart" rating. The stats are: Patience, 3 hearts; Cruelty, half a heart; Empathy, 5 hearts; Humor, 3 hearts; Confidence, 5 hearts; Hornyness, 15 hearts which trail impossibly off the paper; Recklessness, 2 hearts. The last line is "Extrovert/Introvert", with Extrovert circled in red. Clipped beside the photo of Paris Bangraaf is an 8-by-10 photo of Kit sitting alone in a classroom, looking off camera and smiling. Kit has written a message on the photo in purple saying "Call me! (248) 434-5508". The exclamation point has a heart instead of a dot. There is a note on yellow paper taped to this photo reading "SEE ME AFTER CLASS" in all caps. Under the 8-by-10 is handwritten text in green, evidently from a teacher. The text reads: "Kit is very bright and an absolute pleasure to have in class, but has trouble focusing when seated near attractive classmates. He has been reprimanded several times for improper use of private study rooms in the library (as well as practice rooms in the music building, toilet stalls in the mens' restrooms, the P.E. equipment shed, and the Dean's office). Consider limiting distractions at home." On the right side, there is a printed screenshot of a selfie from Kit's Instagram. Beneath it are a number of white papers, the top of which is a brief summary of Kit's basic details. The labels are typewritten, but the responses are filled in by hand in pink. The text reads: "Full name: Christopher Bangraaf. Alias: Kitten. Species: Hottie. Age: LEGAL [this is in all caps, underlined, and there is a pink highlight tab pointing to it]. Body type: Flexible. Gender/Pronouns: Male (He/Him). Sexual Orientation: Gay for pay (also for free). Relationship status: 'Sponsored' [in quotation marks]. Occupation: Student. Zodiac sign: Aries (April 3). Clothing style: Bratty Sugar Baby." Beside this text is a pentagon-shaped graph showing the traditional RPG traits. Kit's agility, endurance, and charisma are all maxed out, and he has very high intelligence but slightly below-average physical strength. Image 2: Detail of the Instagram post from Image 1. The image was posted by @sugar.kitten with the caption "Kit Bangraaf" and has 61.5k views. Kit is wearing pale blue bottoms and a very small green crop top that says "Food 4 THOT"; the top barely covers his nipples. He is holding his phone up high and giving a peace sign to the camera, making a kissy face. Behind him is an unmade bed with white sheets. The post has been "liked" by the person who took the screenshot.

Image 3: A variant of the 8-by-10 from Image 1. Kit is sitting backstraddle in a wooden chair, wearing a rumpled school uniform - a grey-blue short-sleeve button-down shirt with a loose red tie, blue pants, and red high top sneakers. He is smiling at someone off to his left. The classroom background and the flirty message from Image 1 are not present in this version.

Image 4: Detail of the photo of Paris Bangraaf from Image 1. Paris is a handsome man with short dark hair, wearing a dark suit with a maroon tie, held with a diamond tie clip. He is walking away from a stretch limo on a red carpet with paparazzi flashing around him. He's talking on a white cellphone and smiling charismatically, looking completely at ease.

#art tag #ocs #original character #oc art #sugardaddy #yes you can call that number

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jinlizz-dragondrama · 1 year

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Chapter 8

Hide n Seek and Evil Shoes?

3rd POV

Two years have gone by, and it feels like yesterday when you just met Donnie and the gang. You guys are pretty much inseparable, heck Master Splinter thinks of you as his second daughter (Number one daughter goes to April love you girl!!) Anyways, with you now, soon to be turning 16, and in your sophomore year of high school, things have gone by pretty smoothly. You've grown into quite the woman, acne please def not an issue (lucky bastard wish I didn't have acne in high school) *clears throat* Now then you still have your cheerleader bullies and are still a bit insecure about your eyes so you continue to wear brown contacts.

Your pops have been acting suspicious lately, and it doesn't help that you've been having nightmares that keep you up all night. Such terrible dreams of vines and purplish red tentacle-like appendages protruding from your back, eyes turned into cat-like slits with yellow scleras, teeth sharp and pointy. People scream in the background as you are holding your best friend Donnie by the throat choking him with a vine. An armored person from head to toe walks up behind me, the metal foot pads clanking with each step it took, a menacing stare and red eyes glare at the turtle, it places its sharp metal hand on my shoulder encouraging me to finish him. Don's eyes are brimmed with tears as he reached out to you, as he was desperately trying to force air into his lungs. No matter how hard you try to let go, you can't. It's as if your body isn't your own. Then you are thankfully woken up by your alarm.

Y/N POV

Waking up in a cold sweat, I sit up and try to catch my quickened breath. My T-shirt is sticking to my skin, my hair is an unruly mess, and warm tears streak my face. As I slow my breathing, I check the time and see that it's 9 am. on a Saturday. Dropping my phone onto my bed, I walk to my bathroom, and start the shower with cold water, walking past the mirror I look at my reflection and a flash of an evil grin and murderous eyes stare back at me. Rubbing my eyes and looking back quickly, the image is gone. After my shower, I get dressed in some grey leggings, a sports bra, and a hoodie, skipping on putting in my contacts as I doubt I'd see anyone I knew from school. Grabbing my phone, charger, some snacks, and an already-packed swim bag with a change of clothes, make my way out of the new secret hideout under the shoe store. Using the back entrance, I make my way through the alleyway. Clicking my sneaker heels together the skates pop out, and looking down at them I admire how they look thanks to Donnie's upgrade I can go way faster, input coordinates and not have to move my feet. But I only use the autopilot if I'm going long distances, skating to the school pool, climbing over the fence, disabling the cameras from my phone on an app (perks of having a tech-savvy friend and after the purple dragon incident he got a pretty good layout of the security system which in his words was "subpar"). I changed into my bathing suit and started my workout. Even with swimming I couldn't escape the images and sounds from my nightmare once finished I dried off wrapped a towel around me, sat on the ground, and began to meditate to calm my mind.

I was soon rudely interrupted by my phone ringing, opening one of my eyes and seeing the caller ID is Mikey. My anger quickly dissipates, and I answer getting an invite for pizza and hang-out time. Dressing back into my clothes, finding the designated manhole, and jumping down. I enter the lair, and walking into the kitchen I see Raoh opening a piping hot box of pizza, putting my stuff down on the floor I walk up to them.

"Ok, Rock, paper, scissors for the first slice. Me and Mikey are up" Raph says

Knowing full well that Raph picks Mikey because he always uses scissors. Everyone but poor Mikey has realized this. Of course, Mikey loses and Raph is about to take a bite into his slice when the lights go off, then back on, and his beloved slice is gone. Soon the lights flicker again and the whole pizza is gone, we all freak out at how quickly it disappeared.

"The table is eating our pizza!" Mikey shouts

We hear chuckling, scampering, and mouth-stuffing sounds.

"It's the chair!" Mikey shouts and points at the chair

As the boys start to get ready to attack the chair, Splinter appears seemingly out of thin air eating a slice of pizza. Apparently, today is the day we learn about ninja stealth and invisibility. He shouts "Lights off jitsu", the lights flicker again, and the pizza slice he threw at Leo disappears. We meet on a building behind a billboard, I sit next to Splinter behind the billboard while he explains to the boys about sneaking into Big Mama's Yokai Hotel.

"Ninja invisibility lesson number one keep to the shadows," he says while he moves into the shadow of the billboard

"Lesson two Blind spots use your enemy's blind spots," he says while popping out of each of our blind spots which freaked me out a bit not gonna lie.

"Lesson three be as light as a feather...as quick as a fast feather move quickly and softly," he says as he bounces around our surroundings

"Lesson four Slooow Moootion Juuutsuu" he says while I watch him slowly grab Donnie's tech Bo from his hand and his wallet.

"Oh please like you can sneak up on- hey give me back my Tech Bo" he pats himself down "And wallet"

Splinter tosses my Donnie's wallet and I catch it with an evil grin.

"Sweet now I can buy some stuff off my Amazon wish list!" I say evilly

"You wouldn't dare!" Donnie says while pointing at me.

"Now using your new skills sneak up on me and attack," Splinter says while side-eyeing them with his back turned towards to boys.

Mikey....being well Miket announces he's about to attack but is reminded not to do that by Splinter then he does the most hilarious thing and attempts to do lights-off jutsu with the sun. I couldn't help but snicker at his attempt. But then Raph tries to do light as a feather jutsu and you can guess how well that went...spoiler alert it didn't go well his stomping caused a mini earthquake that shook us about and caused a water tank to topple over and wash us into a garbage-filled alleyway.

"Boys you're not kindergartens, Lesson five blend into your surroundings," he says After using a ninja smoke pellet and disappears

The boys can't seem to find him, but he reappears in a turtle disguise. I immediately know it's him but I let the boys figure it out...which they don't. I roll my eyes and smack myself on the forehead when they fall for the trick and they attack a bag of garbage that was very close in shape of Splinter's body. Each one of the boys receives a karate chop to the head after he removes the disguise. Master's last hope is to send the boys on their own to figure it out for themselves. They hover over to the hotel using Donnie's battle shell. We watch them leave and Splinter tells me to go after them and that I'll benefit from this lesson. He tosses me a disguise brooch that Sunita gave to him for me, placing it on my clothes I transform into a teenage turtle, putting on my pink ninja mask and quickly admiring my turtle body I take off after them. (Don't judge my design please it's a work in progress 👀)

Splinter watches the Nexus Hotel waiting for us to return and several days go by without our return. He starts to go into panic mode.

"I've sent my children to their doom! Don't worry kids help is on the way" He shouts and runs towards the hotel.

Once he arrives he changes into Bell Boy clothes and sees that the hotel is in utter chaos...come to find out it's spa day for Big Mama. Splinter tries to close the elevator but a bunch of Yokai fill it up and Im pushed in as well. Once they all leave the elevator and reach their floor, Splinter and I look at each other and sigh. Donnie and Mikey, are hiding under a room service cart not their greatest moment but I got bored of hiding in the shadows and watching each of them utterly fail so many times to get the dog tag. So I dressed in the hotel staff uniform and was pretty much blending in. They roll themselves into the elevator and Mikey thought it would be the best time for him to try slow-motion jutsu which made me sweat a bit with how slow he was going that it was very obvious. Once they reach their "desired" floor the boys speed off and almost bump into Gus. Thankfully Master was able to distract Gus with a steak dinner that was on the tray. We then go to find the other two boys, Raph is doing horribly at blending in with the shadows, he grabs a huge leaf, chuckles to himself, and tiptoes towards Gus to get the tag, but his sneaking up on people stink activates and I toss a tennis ball towards Gus which he gleefully catches and plays with while Splinter hides Raph behind a painting. We then get back into the elevator to look for Leo, we find him in a room full of yokai, quickly grabbing a seat at the bar. Leo moves from blindspot to blind spot, which thankfully no one notices because they are distracted by the fight that is being shown on these snow globe tv things until he reaches Gus and goes for the collar just as one of the competitors wins and everyone stands up to cheer. Leo is left dangling and holding onto the collar we both spit out our drinks when Gus recognizes him. Leon splashes Gus's drink in his face and takes off running, we quickly follow him.

Mikey and Donnie are going up a stairwell with the service cart still hiding them, but Leo runs into them, he tries to grab onto something which ended up being me and we fall down the stairway. We all take off running and crash into Raph as we roll into a hidden room. We are surrounded by a bunch of Big Mama's henchmen. They look at me with confused looks on their faces.

"Who's she and how did she get here?" Mikey says

"It's me you dumb dumbs, but now is not the time," I say interrupting their awe

"Come on let's make Pop's proud," Raph said

"Lights off jutsu," Mikey says as he claps his hands

"Oh come on Mikey that's not gonna-" Donnie says before he is cut off by the lights going off and the giant lava lamp is still on but casts very dark shadows around the room.

"I will never doubt you again," Donnie says shocked

"Alright guys, keep to the shadows," Raph says as we disappear

Taking out each henchman at a time, Master watches from the air vent in the room. The lights turn back on and we each take turns demonstrating what Splinter taught us. In the end, Donnie catches the dog tag that Raph unhooked from Gus's neck. Once we made our way back to the building with the billboard we start to celebrate and Splinter congratulates the boys and me on a job well done. We are dismissed to go celebrate as a group, I jump onto Donnie's jet pack and we head out to get pizza.

"So are we gonna talk about Aqua's turtle disguise or nah?" Leon says with a smirk

I roll my eyes and retort, "Well this is a disguise brooch I got from Sunita, now I'm part of the turtle club"

Leo snorts and we fist bump. Unbeknownst to me Donnie is blushing as I took on the characteristics of a Soft Shell turtle just like him.

Donnie POV

Wow, who would have thought she'd look adjacent in both her human form and a turtle form?

We grab some pizza and head back to the lair to play some games and possibly watch a movie. April finally stops by wearing a work uniform and tells us about her job working at the Foot Shack. I smile that she got a job there and we can be work buddies. I've been working there ever since they opened, it's a fairly popular store and I love working there. I even designed a few shoes.

I'm on the couch with one of Donnie's purple weighted blankets and with a closed Jupiter Jim comic on my lap. The boys had left the room before April came and once the movie was done to skateboard. Splinter returns to the lair doing his "conga dad dance" (Don't judge the name of the dance lol). We both laugh at his dance, which surprises him and pops his back out of place. We try to help him but apparently the conga dad dance has more than one use and he uses it to pop his back into place.

He sees the Foot Print on April's shirt and says "That is a curious symbol"

"Yea, it's my Dads logo for their shoe store, April and I are work buddies now" I say happily while high fiving April.

"The Foot Shack, hm perhaps I should drop by I do love kickies" he says somewhat suspiciously

April puts an end to it by telling him that his whole "situation" isn't gonna come and disturb us at work. But knowing Splints he doesn't take no for an answer. April and I leave to head into work and Splints gets to work with his teenager disguise.

April and I are stocking up the shoes when we see Splints wearing open toed shoes. Those puppies have seen better days, I try my best not to puke.

"Now do not be alarmed, but I suspect your store is being run by the most evil forces to ever walk the earth" He quietly shouts to us

"You cannot be for real" April retorts

I start picking up the boxes April dropped when both of my dads walk in. They walk past us but not before Papa Brutus ruffles my hair and gives me a thumbs up. They enter through a circular door vault that locks behind them. April tries to get Splints to leave well enough alone but he makes a break for it and rushes up a fire escape to look into the secret room.

We follow after him, I briefly hear the boys screaming and some loud flapping but when I turn around I don't see anything. Shrugging it off and watch as Splints falls through a window and lands on upper part of the room.

April and I hop down and see both of my Dads and a group of Foot Clan warriors. Splinter pulls us down and shushes us

"You two please, you do not know the great evil these men are capable of" he says seriously

"Behold warriors of the Foot Clan" says Papa Lui as he pulls a cloth to reveal something...it was a really long cloth so the suspense was killing Splinter.

"Our new sprung line, aren't they beautiful" Papa Lui says

"Wait a minute pump sandals? That is a real thing?" Splints says completely shocked

"Hey!" I say taking offense to that statement

"That our darling daughter created" Papa Lui says proudly

"Such talent" Papa Brutus says while wiping a tear

"Oh sorry Aqua..." Splinter says awkwardly

But he continues to laugh "The Foot Clan has become shoe salesmen"

"Which we will use in today's aquasituon" Papa Lui continues while holding a scroll and revealing an armor. Both Splinter and I freakout a bit before April pulls us back before anyone can see. I have flashbacks of the dreams I've been having lately and start sweat and have a mini panic attack. Splints tells us the history of the armor, April and I gasp while looking at eachother.

"I work at an evil shoe store" April says exasperated

"For years I had a hunch they were hiding something from me" I say sadly as a tear runs down my cheek.

April tries to comfort me, the Foot Clan starts to leave the vault while wearing my new shoe design to the van. Splints goes to jump down but slips, kicking over shoe boxes and falling onto two foot clan warriors. We both look downbat him as he rips the uniform off of a guy.

Rushing back outside we see the warriors getting into a van, Splints gets in line with them and April and I follow behind.

"Were coming with you!" I say

"No, I'm going deep undercover to make sure they take not one shred of the evil armor. Please give my love to my sons." Be says heartfelt

"Hey guys your pops loves you, do not reply all" April says while quickly typing the text to the boys

Meanwhile the boys are attacking a giant mutant pigeon but we'll get back to that later 😉.

April gets a text notification and it Alerts Papa Lui, he quickly shows us away telling us to get back into the store.

"Awww, you never let me get to go on your missions" I say trying to get him to let me go which fails miserably.

Splints is able to get in the van with everyone. April grabs her bike and I follow her using my roller skates. We quietly enter Grand Central Station finding places to hide. The Clan starts searching for the armor pieces. April ends up making noise from her hiding spot and I peek my head out from my spot. The two of us are dawned in Foot Clan clothes and Splinter instructs us to distract the Clan while he gets the piece. (Insert not so ninja moves as we make our way over lol) Once we successfully distract them, I hear the sound of a horn, the Turtle Tank comes barreling through the glass window.

"And he sticks the landing" Leo says proudly

I face Palm myself and groan inwardly

"Mystic Metal" Donnie shouts while pointing at undercover Splinter who's holding the metal

"Just as I planned...wait what are the flameheads doing here" Raph questions while using Donnie's habd to point at the Clan.

The Clan starts to attack, April and I rush uo to Splinter, he gives is the metal peace and quickly make our way to a train. Getting onto a train we are ambushed by purple tentacle vines, immediately I fly into action using vines to fight them back to protect April, it was a pretty intense fight that I desperately hope to win.

The warriors were easily defeated by the boys, seeing that Splinter is the only one standing Papa Lui forces him to fight The boys. Which he kicks serious butt wish I was there to see it. Knowing Donnie records everything he wouldn't let me see it...scoff. Anyways purple tentacle vines force their way through the floor and causes it to collapse. Draxum, The boys and my dads exchange words, but is cut off by Draxum throwing April to the floor and holding me tightly with his tentacles.

"Caught these two stealing our property, But this one is quite interesting, put up a really good fight, I wonder who this could be" Draxum says while pulling off my mask.

"Let go of me you overgrown goat freak" I shout

Everyone gasps and Donnie clenches onto his Tech Bo ready to attack and save me.

"Sweetheart what are you doing here?" Says Papa Brutus shocked

"Let her go, she's one of us" Papa Lui says

"What no way Aqua is a part of the Foot Clan?" Mikey says

"Yes, I mean no, it's complicated" I say while struggling to break free not bring able to concentrate and use my powers.

Draxum looks at me and smirks, "Interesting I think I might do some experiments on her, her powers may be of use to me"

The boys get into fighting stances and My dads had looks that could kill directed towards Draxum. Splints goes to attack Draxum but his pops out of place once more and quickly does his conga dad dance which the boys recognize and freak out once they realize it's their Dad. Draxum grabs Splints, he breaks free from the tentacles and comes to the realization that he's Lou Jitsu. In their shocked states April reveals herself and they charge an attack to save me, both my dads think the boys are coming to attack me so they send paper ninjas to protect me. The armor piece gets tossed onto the tracks of the train and gets run over. The gang easily defeats a few of the paper ninjas, Donnie hits Draxum with his Tech Bo, Draxum ends uo dropping me, Don catches me abd holds onto me tightly. Papa Lui sends more after them, Raph grabs all of us and jumps onto the oncoming train. It was like everything was moving in slow motion, I see my dads reaching out to grab me with sad looks on their faces, tears stream down my face and I bury my face in Donnie's plastron. We hop if the train once it reaches near the lair, Splinter karate chops the boys and grounds them all. I'm in a corner trying to calm down and wiping tears from my face. Mikey comes over to comfort me, Donnie awkwardly stands back and rubs the back of his neck.

"Well since you have no place to go-" he's cut off by a glare from everyone. "I mean um you're welcome to stay with us as long as you want, right guys!"

Everyone agrees with him and smiles at me.

"Yea, we know you aren't in kahoots with those guys you'll be safe with us" Leo says confidently

Smiling and rushing to hug everyone doing the weird crying-laughing thing. Splinter interrupts asking one of the boys to carry him and we make our way to the lab. Little did we know that my dad's and Draxum put the armor pieces together and attached them to the almost complete armor. My dad's vow that they will stop at nothing to bring me back home to them. And this is the start of my new life with the Turtle brothers.

#rottmnt #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt x reader #rise donatello #rottmnt fanfiction #rise donnie #rise of the tmnt #donnie x reader

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origins & family

Full Name: Horaz Hugo Rubio

Reason for name: Named after his uncle on his mother’s side.

Nickname(s) and how they got them: Raz, shortened vs of his name.

Date of Birth: August 15, 1996.

Age: 26, turns 27 in August.

Gender: Male

Place of birth: Keystone, South Dakato

Places lived since: Boston, MA. Barcelona, Spain. Los Angeles, California.

Social Class: Upper Middle Class.

Parents’ names, backgrounds, occupations: Isabel and Gerard. Mother’s from Barcelona, father from Dominican Republic. Mother’s a attorney, father a surgeon.

Siblings: Only child.

Relationship with family (close? estranged?): Estranged with his abusive parents. Had a cousin he was close with, but they fell off with communicating.

Children of his/her own?: None.

If so, relationship with child’s mother/father?: N/A

Age he/she became a parent: N/A

physical

Height: 6’2”

Weight: 237 lbs

Build: Tall, muscular.

Race: Hispanic.

Nationality: American.

Face Shape: Rectangular.

Distinguishing Facial Features: Has a strong jaw line.

Hair Color: Black.

Usual Hair Style: Out in curls or braided.

Eye Color: Dark brown.

Complexion (freckles, acne, skin tone, birth marks, scars): Light brown complexion, light freckles around his nose, birth mark by his mouth but you’d have to be very close to notice.

Disabilities (physical or mental, including mental illnesses): Depression, healing from childhood traumas.

Health (usually sick? or very resilient? allergies?): He has really bad allergies and usually has to be very medicated during the spring.

What do they consider their best feature?: Their smile, but he doesn’t capture it on camera much.

Worst they’ve ever been injured (what, how did it happen)?: Broken arm after a car accident.

Ticklish: He used to be but he had a cousin who used it against him so he trained himself not to be.

appearance

Style of dress/typical outfit(s): Whatever mood he’s in, it varies.

Typical style of shoes: Sneakers or slides.

How does he/she dress up?: Dress down?: Dress down.

Favorite outfit: Birthday suite, no clothes.

Glasses? Contacts?: Neither.

Personal Hygiene: Very importantl to him.

Grooming (makeup? shower daily? wear only clean clothes? pluck eyebrows?): Does his eyebrows, showers daily or twice a day, maintains a neatly shaved beard and hairline. Washes frequently to always wear clean, neat close.

Jewelry? Tattoos? Piercings?: Earrings, lots of rings, necklaces, and watches. No tattoos, but his ears are pierced.

What does their voice sound like?: Deep, hoarse.

Style of speech (loud, mumbler, articulate, etc.): Quiet.

Accent?: Spanish accent.

Unique mannerisms/physical habits (bites nails, talks with hands, taps feet when restless): Rubs the back of his neck when nervous. Paces. Expresses emotions with his eyes a lot.

Left handed or right?: Left handed.

What does their writing look like?: Usually writes in cursive, sloppy at times.

Do they work out/exercise?: Yes, frequently.

beliefs & intellect

Level of self esteem: High, confident in himself but varies with his music.

Known Languages: Spanish, English, Some French.

Zodiac (sign and if they lend any credence to it): His sign is a leo.

Gifts/talents: Singing, writing, playing the piano and drums.

Shortcomings: Taking on too much responsibility at once.

Most sensitive about/vulnerable to: His music.

Happiest memory: His childhood with his mother.

Life philosophy: “Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.” – Oscar Wilde.

Religious stance: Christian.

Political stance: Hates politics but gets involved for the better.

Pet peeves:

Vices: Pride z

Bad habits: Talks over people in arguments, staying in toxic situations z

Neuroses: Overly critical of his music.

Disgusts: Foods like chitterlings.

Superstitious: Very.

Sense of humor: High, finds humor in anything.

How do they deal with stress?: Locking themselves away to recharge.

What do they do to get pumped up?: Very social, wants to go out and do things.

What do they do when upset?: Yells, takes his frustration out on something, plays video games to relax.

What about angry?: Same as being upset.

How do they react to frustrations (get worked up, calm down and think through it logically, give up, etc)?: Gets upset quickly, yells if needed, has a method to calm himself down but that rarely works.

How do they accept failure (both from themselves and others)?: Feels pathetic at first especially in his career.

Level of comfort with technology: Fair.

Believe in the supernatural: Yes.

Believe in an afterlife: Yes.

Believe in happy endings: Might be starting to.

How do they want to be remembered?: He’s trying to figure that out now.

Good with their hands (if so, practical/crafting or fine arts)?: Yes, he’s always doing new crafts or home improvements on his own.

How fast do they learn new things? Better with book knowledge or hands on approach?: Better with reading it through.

How do they feel about asking for help? Hates it.

“Left brain” or “right brain” thinker?: Right brain.

Optimist or pessimist: Depends

Extrovert or introvert: Introvert

Leader or follower: Leader

Makes decisions based mostly on emotions, or on logic?: Both

Cautious or daring: Daring.

Spontaneous or planner: Spontaneous.

Thinker or doer?: Both

Organized or messy: Organized.

Worrier or carefree: A little of both.

Artistic?: Very.

Mathematical?: No, hates math.

sex & intimacy

Current marital/relationship/sexual status: Taken

Sexual orientation (is it something they question or a secret): Bisexual

Past relationships and sexual partners (if applicable):

What is their “type” in regards to looks in a partner?: Leo

Ideal mate/qualities they look for in mate: Someone who understands his humor and has their own, smart, ambitious, clean, fun to be around but also relaxing to be around, caring.

Primary reason for being broken up with: Ghosting and not sure of what he wants.

Primary reasons for breaking up with people: Not compatible, always arguing or disagreeing, disloyalty.

Views on sex (one night stands, promiscuity, etc): He’s over the one night stands and wants something more secure now.

Age and story of first kiss (if any—if not, how does he/she want it to happen?): 15 with his partner at the time, sloppy.

Age and story of loss of virginity (if any—if not, how does he/she want it to happen, if at all?): 16. In high school in the locker room, happened so fast.

Level of sexual experience: High, diverse.

Do they have any unfulfilled sexual fantasies?: Ues

Wildest/strangest sexual experience? Would they do it again?: Sneaking around with his professor. Not now.

Do they have any fetishes or kinks?: Yes

Have they lied about their previous sexual partners to current/potential partners?: No

Love or Lust: Both

Ever been in love?: No.

Do they fall in love easily?: No.

Do they take relationships seriously?: Yes.

Worst thing they’ve done to someone they loved?: Abandoned them.

Do they desire marriage and/or children in their future?: In the far future.

Believe in true love or soul mates?: Yes.

Thoughts on public displays of affection?: Loves it.

How do they flirt: By joking around with them, joking on them.

How do they show affection/love to their partner?: He buys them gifts, surprises them with spontaneous acts or dates, kisses, hugs, and touches them a lot.

Thoughts on cheating/cheaters? Have they ever cheated?: Cheaters are selfish and don’t really love their partners. No.

Idea of perfect date: Day at the beach.

relationships

Social Habits (popular, loner, some close friends, makes friends and then quickly drops them): Loner.

How do they treat others (politely, rudely, keep at distance, etc)?: Politely at a distance.

Do they trust people easily or tend to be wary?: Wary.

How often do they see friends and family? Very rare.

Are they good at keeping in touch? If not, does this bother loved ones?: He used to be. Now it’s a burden.

What is relationship with parents/family?: He has no relationship with his parents, disowned them.

Any roommates or close neighbors: One close neighbor who’s now his gym buddy.

Person most dependent on: His boyfriend.

Most comfortable around (person): Leo.

Oldest friend: Max from college.

Closest friend: Leo.

Worst enemy: Father.

Rival (at what and why): No one.

Most important person in their life?: Leo.

Who do they most respect and why?: Leo because of how he lives, how ambitious he is.

Who would they turn to if they needed help and why?: Leo.

How does he/she think others perceive him/her?: As not a people person, but he can be.

How do others actually perceive him/her?: He has no idea.

Argue or avoid conflict?: Argue.

Thoughts on large groups of people?: Fun for group trips, festivals, road trips.

Main quality they look for in people: Trustworthiness.

Have they ever lost anyone close to them? How did they handle it?: His mother, not by death. It hurt him for years.

How do they show affection?: Gift giving and pda.

Do they act differently around strangers than friends? If so, how differently?: Not really, a bit quieter.

Would they ever consider adopting a child? Why or why not?: Yes because it might be his best choice apart from having a surrogate. He’d love to give a child a loving home. Something he never had.

vocation

Level of education: Bachelor’s Degree.

Profession: Song writer, musician.

Describe their work space: A spacious room with his instruments, a studio, and his comforts.

If no job, where do finances come from?: Has a job.

Past occupations: Barista, waiter, retail associate.

Dream occupation: Song writer of the year.

Passions: Working out, music, traveling.

Attitude towards current job: Positive.

Attitude towards current coworkers, bosses, employees: Depends on the musician he’s working with. It varies.

Salary: $120k yearly

Spender or Saver? Why?: Saver because he’s afraid it’ll all come crashing down like his parents kept telling him.

Which is more important – money or doing something they love?: Doing what he loves.

#l.a task

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smokeybrand · 6 months

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For The Drip

You ever notice how properly rich people don't wear designer sh*t? Cats talk about how Zuck has a closet full of $800 tee shirts, and that's true, but he has them made. Mans pays to have his clothes made custom. Some lady in a warehouse somewhere, sewed that shirt, specifically for, and only for, him. Motherf*cker ain't out here spending $400 on a Gucci belt or $1300 on Balenciaga sneakers. Poor people do that stupid sh*t to flex on other poor people. Louis Vuitton literally said that sh*t out loud once. Why the f*ck am i spending hundreds on some true Religion jeans, when i can get a three pack of basketball shorts from amazon for a tenth of that? I'm forty f*cking years old, who am i trying to impress? My chick would rather see me in a nice suit, brand recognition be damned. Tell me you got a Gucci belt on and I'm going to look at you like you're an idiot.

Seriously, that Gucci belt sh*t was killing me. Like, just the belt, bro? You saved up for that? A belt? I think teenagers are doing that nonsense, which is fine. teenagers are both poor and dumb. Let me see a motherf*cker my age talking about look at this Gucci belt i got. I know, for a fact, you ain't got it like you think, my guy. You ain't rich, you got to claim your someone's kid on your taxes. f*cking stupid sh*t. "Oh, but Ryan, what about the Rappers?" What about them? That sh*t is fake. It's a whole ass performance. Every old head rapper is out here dressing like grown men. No one is wearing Timbs on the block anymore, man. Once you get the loot and some maturity, decorum follows. Have you seen Method Man lately? 50 Cent? F*cking Eminem? I'd say Jay-Z but that n*gga's fake ass, Basquiat lite, headband headdress he be wearing, gives me PTSD.

This sh*t isn't a uniquely black problem, but it a problem that seems to originate in my culture. And i get it. We all clout chase because we all start off with next to none of that sh*t. I bought a five hundred dollar pair of Jordans because i wanted them when i was twelve. I did that sh*t for me, though. Don't even wear them. They've been in a box, in the back of my closet, for years. I bought them sh*ts for me, not to flex on some randoms out in the wild who have just as much, or less than i do. I'm not a hype beast and I'm kind of a terrible Hipster at this point. If your whole confidence level revolves around gate keeping and clout chasing, you're kind of pathetic. If your entire self-worth can itemized by how much you paid for that stupid f*cking GG belt buckle, you are absolutely destitute.

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datorato · 2 years

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♡ Character Info Page: Antoinette Cross ♡

\ Posted on 12/10/22 /

The Basics

Full Name? Antoinette Lucille Cross

Age, Gender, & Pronouns? 22 ; cis-fem ; she/her

Height & Weight? 5'11" n 146 lbs

Anne is probably one of most intelligent folks you'll ever meet. She's extremely smart and a keen problem solver. Not only that but she's extremely resourceful. Couple feet of coper wire and some tubing? She can probably turn that into something functional for her research. Though she can seem kinda uptight at first glance, she's quite the mischievous sort with plenty of eccentrics. Though unfortunately she's pretty lazy and a massive procrastinator, often to her own detriment since she's a chronic worrier to top it off.

Appearances

Skin Color & Traits? Papery white since she stays inside too much ; two small freckles just behind her right ear

Hair Color & Style? slightly darker Russian violet ; long and to the middle of her back, normally keeps it pulled back

Eye Color? Gold

She generally dresses in lab attire since that's where she spends the most time. She generally wears a white lab coat, white shirt beneath her coat, black slacks, & black flats. When away from the lab she dresses rather casually in shirts themed in science related references/puns/jokes as well as jeans and sneakers or jumpsuits/jumpers. For formal occasions, she wears a black body-con dress or pants suit.

Backstory

Anne was raised in a home of scientists. Everything was a possibility for new discovery in her house. Her dad was a bio-engineer and her mom was a geneticist and they deeply encouraged their little girl to go into science. And hey that’s exactly what she did! Considered a rather strange sort by her classmates and teachers in school, she was always working towards the next big breakthrough in the sciences. It wasn’t until after college that she got the chance to make the biggest contribution to science she could ever think of.

Having taken up the fields of both of her parents and making great strides in both of them, she was contacted by a military agency to well... develop super soldiers. Apparently, they wanted a way to guarantee the safety of the country and they believed SS’s were the only way to achieve that. This was truly her big break.. so she accepted the offer.

Fast forward a few years and she’s losing funding for her project. She’s been toiling at it for years and still no usable results. Soon, she can’t afford to pay the human subjects for her testing... And when all hope seemed lost, in came her college sweetheart and current boyfriend. He was offering himself as a test subject for her work. He knew how much this meant to her and he wanted her to succeed. Little did he or she know that Annie’s work would finally yield fruit in these coming months. Not only would she finally begin progressing towards truly impactful results but also towards quite large amounts of fun...

#( rato posts )#( oc )#( antoinette )#i think she's gonna be a favorite :]#partly bc she; her bf; and her lore are pretty versatile for content writing #scientist working on a way to alter the human body? super versatile #i also just find her really entertaining lol #she's a gremlin but also not lmao

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kageyamatobiyogurt · 3 years

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haikyuu boys’ sense of fashion

a/n: i’m a loser for boys who dress well and here’s my (special emphasis on the word “my”) thoughts hehe. may do more in the future because i quite like fashion

includes: oikawa, kuroo, iwaizumi

oikawa:

i feel like he dresses on the softer side in terms of color

mans isn’t afraid to wear pink either and we love that !!

it compliments his lighter brown hair

the fact that’s it’s fluffy too is ugh

but he still likes to seem like he put an effort

i mean, you don’t have to dress up too crazily when you’re as pretty as him

even wearing black jeans and a white button up shirt hanging loosely off of him makes him look like a model

especially when he’s wearing his glasses he looks so so pretty

(most people get his profession wrong at first glance)

always looks ready for a picture and you can’t help but glance a second time when you see him

definitely looks flawless even doing the most mundane things

like ahem people are here to do laundry not a catwalk

kuroo:

hmm he probably primarily wears black without thinking too much about it

black shirts, pants, jeans, turtlenecks, jackets..

for his casual life, black tends to go with black so he just ends up wearing a lot of it

plus it makes him look put together without much effort

ugh but the suit collection this man has for his job is where the flavor comes in

has a suit in most neutral colors and only adds a pop of color with his ties and socks probably

always always gets his suits tailored to fit every muscle and curve of his body perfectly

ngl it boosts his confidence knowing he looks good and it just lets him exude power

HAVE MERCY EVERYTIME HE ROLLS UP HIS SLEEVES AND STRETCHES SO THAT THE FABRIC STRAINS

iwaizumi:

mans is healthy and athletic and that extends to his daily life and his job

has a very good closet full of windbreakers for running, muscle tees more working out, and oh so many joggers and sweats

doesn’t prefer to dress up much but he still won’t look sloppy

primarily lives in athleisure but that is not the worst thing

i mean gray sweats WOOF WOOF BARK BARK

likes matching sweat suits bc it’s minimal effort but he still looks good

shoes are probably 95% sneakers for various forms of working out

his bottoms are 90% sweatpants

he has put an effort into an outfit if he’s wearing a coat but everything underneath is what he already wears most days

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obsidiancreates · 2 years

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No Context AU (No-One Is Actor and No-One Is Each Other)

"What would you know about it?" Space hisses, jabbing his finger into Heist's chest. "Do you remember dying? Over and over and over again?"

"No." Heist stands his ground though, smirking. "Because I'm not a whiny bitch who got caught in a wormhole."

"But... you are." Illinois gestures from where he leans on the wall. "Yancy's got the proof on his arm."

"We're here because we all got caught in a wormhole," Date pipes up, sitting cross-legged on the floor. "I don't remember mine either. I'm not bragging about it."

Space grabs Heist by the vest. "Do you know how many lives I've lived? Do you want to meet some of the people I've been? Because I would gladly introduce you to the time I was a serial murderer." His form spasms, and for a he's wearing burgundy and a necklace and sunglasses and there's a knife against Heist's throat-

And then it's gone.

"I'm not scared of you," Heist scoffs. "I've faced way worse certain death! What was the one thing, Yancy? In the uhhh... zombie, thing?"

Yancy looks at his right arm. "Youse got shot in the chest?"

"Yeah! And I survived that, didn't I?"

"Big deal. So did I."

"Yeah, and then your Captain abandoned you, do I have that right?"

"They came back."

"Oh, goodie for you, yours comes back for you. I may not be able to remember much from the other timelines, but I remember someone a lot more eager to move on. Didn't even mourn."

"That's a complete self-burn, you know." Date picks at the petals of a rose. "Mine liked spending time with me. They had to get tricked in order to leave me behind."

"You mean shoot you?"

"Same difference. They had to be tricked to get me out of their life."

"Didn't you say they rejected your proposal once?"

"I just moved a little too fast for them! They still said yes to a second date!"

"Youse guys is doin' real good at rememberin' now. Wonder why."

"Because it's all we talk about?" Illinois kicks the wall with the back of his boot. "Y/N this, Captain that, my date this, we did this together, this happened to us... sometimes you just have to let people go. Everyone dies gruesome deaths, and that's okay. No need to try and save them. At least, no need to try very hard."

Space lets go of Heist, looking at Indy with all the shock his face can possibly express. "You don't value your Captain?"

"Not my Captain. And they're fine. But they're one of many, you know. Handsome and/or beautiful as any artifact, but just another in a long line of people who fall in love with me and end up dying or just not making the cut."

"Why'd you even come after them then?!"

"I didn't, really. I just jump through every portal I see. Usually leads to ancient gods and golden cities, not... tiny inescapable rooms full of assholes."

"Hey!" Date gestures to himself. "How am I the asshole?!"

"Youse made 'em pay for dinner," Yancy says. "And youse got 'em kidnapped if they didn't."

"That-! ... Is a fair point."

Space looks around. "They- they're The Captain! They're... they held on!"

"Got sucked away when I tried showin' 'em my new number," Yancy grumbles, accepting a rose to pick at then Date offers it. "They didn't mean too, I knows it! But it stung. Ow, like this stupid thorn!"

"Wait, I thought Yancy said I was the one with the hold on or let go options?"

"Youse both got 'em. But his turns out better." Yancy pats his left arm this time. "Like his more, honestly."

"Didn't you come from my universe?!"

"Youse showed up in his too."

"He did?"

"I did?"

Yancy peers at his arm, and taps one of the boxes. "Right heres, for a minute. Maybe less."

"Oh, great. I get a cameo in your shitfest."

Date throws down his rose. "Why are you such a dick?"

"Oh please, didn't you throw the rose away instead of giving it to yours?"

"That's not as bad as telling them I won't come back for them if they get caught during a heist!"

"At least I didn't wear sneakers with my suit! Or propose!"

"You wanted to go on a date too!"

"It's not the same!"

Space sits down next to Yancy, closing his eyes. "How am I more tired now than when I was undying in a timeloop for so long the universe ended?"

Yancy shrugs. "Youse is all pretty similar. Can be tiring."

"... Yeah. No kidding."

#markiplier #in space with markipler spoilers #in space with markiplier part 2 spoilers #in space with markiplier spoilers #in space with markiplier #iswm 2 spoilers #iswm spoilers #iswm 2 #iswm #iswm part 2 #in space with markiplier part 2 #iswm fanfiction #iswm fic #fanfic #my attempts at fanfic #Descendants of the Trio AU #Bastard Children AU

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adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy · 2 years

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hemmy in a baby carrier 😭😭😭 i’m sorry that’s so slutty of him he’s such a dilf

He goes on runs shirtless, wearing nothing but jogging shorts and his sneakers, and Hemmy’s just strapped to his bare chest in a mesh baby carrier while Nimbus and Onyx run beside him in stride. She’s looking around at all the scenery with wide yellow eyes full of childlike curiosity, and every time he steps on an uneven valley of pavement or gravel, she grumbles at the sudden jolt and he just pants a breathy, “Oh, hop off it. It wasn’t even that bad.”

Harry also makes random comments at her throughout the jog just to keep her entertained, holding a sporadic conversation since he knows she likes being talked to.

“Right, I’m starting to sweat a good bit, so I apologize in advance if it soaks through the carrier. It’s mesh though, so it should dry pretty quickly.”

“Yes, that’s a bird. No, you can’t pounce on it. Stop trying to escape.”

“By the way, you’re sleeping downstairs tonight with Onyx and Nimbus. Mum and I have very important, very extensive plans.”

“I’m about to turn, hold on tight. Or— well…just, like, stay still, I guess? Whatever, you get the point; just don’t move.”

“I’ve been meaning to ask you something, and I don’t think there’s a better time than now, considering I have you trapped: what happened to the bottom corner of the cape that came with my replica of the Moon Knight suit? It’s been shred to pieces, and the scratches on the fabric look suspiciously familiar to the shape of your claws. Oh, so now you wanna burrow into the carrier. Nice. Bethlehem, look at me. Hey. I’m getting it professionally fixed, so ‘all’s well that ends well,’ etcetera, etcetera. However, let it be known that the only reason you’re alive right now is because of Y/N. I was more than prepared to turn you into a vase and throw you off the balcony.”

And when Harry reaches a water fountain, he lets Onyx and Nimbus drink first, and then proceeds to scoop Hemmy out of the carrier and hovers her over it so she can get her fill, because if he sets her down, she’ll make a break for it. “Stop squirming and drink, we’re not stopping again until we get back home.”

#hemmy #demonrry!ask

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seasidepierre · 3 years

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sunkissed face pt.2 | charles leclerc

FORMULA ONE DRIVERS MASTERLIST

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7 - part 8

summary: Having spent the night with Charles giving you a tour of Monaco left you wanting more, but some things are coming to the surface and even though they would have been better left unsaid, maybe ripping the band-aid now would be better.

warnings: An infuriatingly soft Charles Leclerc.

words count: 6.1k

a/n: Sorry it's been a long time coming but I promise the third part will be quicker 😏 I'm so incredibly grateful for all your messages, asks, reblogs and likes on the first part. I really wasn't expecting such reactions! Sunkissed Face blew up and blew my Tumblr up, my little heart is full to the brim. I hope you'll like this second part 🤍

Being on track was deafening. The loud revving noises of the engines mixed to the constant cheering of the crowd was eardrum-drilling and you had been wincing pretty badly when you had arrived on track. You loved loud music and live shows so you thought you’d be okay with this, but the constant uproar was a bit uncomfortable. Cringing as you were walking through the paddock, you tried to block the noise as much as you could. Magically, all of that disappeared when your eyes landed on the sea of red in front of you, as if there was only one thing you could focus on. As soon as you stepped onto the red floor stating Charles’ name, your heart did a little somersault. The Monegasque was waiting for you in his red racing suit, half undone and hanging low on his hips. He looked amazing, a very nice combination of hot and soft at the same time, which made your toes curl in your sneakers. Your little floral dress was a stark contrast in the garage, when you were surrounded by tires, but you were glad you had decided to wear it, seeing how hot it was in the garage. It felt like walking into an oven and you truly was thankful that your outfit of the day was light enough to enjoy the tiny little breeze when you could feel one.

You tiptoed next to Charles, unsure of what you were supposed to do after your night in Monaco together. Realistically speaking, not much had happened. You did spend an amazing night but all you did was kiss and you weren’t sure whether it was a spur of the moment or something worth noting. For you, it had been something. But for Charles? You had no idea. Charles didn’t do much when he welcomed you in his part of the garage. Truth be told, there was a lot of mechanics around and you dismissed the small kiss he dropped on your cheek as a polite way to greet you and a sneaky way to get some contact without being obvious. You grinned at him, though your facemask only allowed him to see it through the little lines around your eyes and he threw the same smile at you, letting you think he was happy to see you. You wished he had done more and to say that you had been a bit disappointed with his behaviour wouldn’t be a lie, but you still were so happy to find him back and to be in the garage. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity and you wanted to enjoy it as much as you could. Charles slid a noise blocking pair of headphones on your ears, which you welcomed with a soft sigh and he gave you a thumb up, silently asking if you were okay. You nodded, letting him go back to his preparation soon after. Your interactions with Charles stopped there for almost the entire morning. Sometimes, he would throw a little glance at you that left you wondering if he wanted something from you but wasn’t sure how to ask for it. Most of the time, he was pretty much ignoring the tension radiating around you and it left you confused. You remembered when you had left Charles in the hallway of your hotel floor and how he had been all over you. You had made out in the elevator and he had stolen a kiss from you just before he had left. Him giving you the cold shoulder wasn’t really what you had in mind when you sneaked your way out of the hotel suite you were sharing with Tom, Tuwaine, Harrison and his girlfriend, as they were all still asleep. You had disappeared as soon as the sun had been shining on Monaco, desperate to go back to your little adventure with Charles. You wanted more of what you’d gotten so far and found yourself addicted in barely a couple of hours. It made no sense but you couldn’t care less. But did his avoidance mean he was regretting what happened and inviting you? Was there something you had missed? You couldn’t stop fidgeting and your tapping leg was driving so many mechanics crazy, you were sure of it. But you managed to stay small, watching in a corner, trying to let everyone work in peace.

Charles was focused on his car. To be fair, she looked splendid and you got a bit jealous, at some point, watching him stroke her and clean her up, pointing some parts to his engineers and making her the best she could be. After having spent some time underneath those fingertips, you longed to go back to soft touches that felt like little suns on your skin. The warmth of his hands was seriously lacking, to the point that you were shivering sometimes, watching him put his hands on everything he could find, except yourself.

You watched the free practice from the Ferrari garage, ignoring the different text messages coming onto your phone on a continuous stream. You might have escaped the hotel room early enough to avoid the guys and now they were wondering where the heck you were. You quickly typed a message to Tom, letting him know you’d watch the qualifications with them but stayed silent when he asked where you were. Truth be told, you hadn’t really expected him to march through the pitlane between the practice and the qualis but Charles had been quick to save you, unknowingly, by nodding his head on the right, silently inviting you to follow him. He brought you to the Ferrari hospitality suite, which was prettier than pretty much your entire flat (and bigger too) before sliding the door to his private space open then shut. The atmosphere drastically changed as soon as there was no chance of anybody’s eyes landing on you both.

The second the door closed, Charles was all over you, snatching both of your facemasks and letting them fall on the small couch in his suite. His hands slipped on your hips and his lips crashed on yours like he had been running in the desert for days and you were an iced cold bottle of water. You hummed in his mouth, appreciating the relief of knowing where you were standing with him after a confusing morning.

“God, I’ve been wanting to do that since you arrived,” he sighed, peppering kisses all over your face, making you giggle in the process. “You look so cute, it should be forbidden in a paddock.”

“I put on my nicest dress,” you blushed. “Like it?” you smiled sheepishly, twirling it a little.

“Love it,” he smiled, dropping a kiss on your exposed shoulder. “These are adorable,” he added, toying with the little sleeves hanging on your upper arms. “And it’s super soft too,” he concluded, his hands closing the gap with the edge of your dress, slipping beneath it to rest on the sides of your thighs.

“How was your morning?” you inquired, curious of how he lived that morning on his side of the garage.

“Interesting, we made good progress with the guys. But also, miserable,” he groaned, his face falling in the crook of your shoulder. “It’s been hard pretending you weren’t there.”

“Why did you want to pretend?” you asked, confused.

“Because I know you told me yesterday that you wanted to keep your friends out of the loop and I’ve been trying my best to play by your rules,” he stated, tasting your skin like you weren’t having a quite serious conversation. “I don’t even know who to be careful around, to be honest.”

You cringed a little. Charles had every right to know who you had come with, but you didn’t know how he’d react to the news. It’s not like he had anything to worry about, concerning Tom at least. But you knew for sure that the topic of how close you had been wanting to be to Harrison, even though you had moved on from your crush as fast as Charles was driving his little red car, ever since you had met him, would be a bit awkward. You had no idea what Harrison’s hands felt like, stroking the skin of your thighs and you had no desire to learn that anymore, feeling perfectly content with the way Charles was treating you. Charles was enough to fill the Harrison shaped hole in your heart, expending it to form a Charles one that you didn’t know how you’d complete when you’d be back in England. You barely knew Charles but you knew you’d miss him tremendously when you’d inevitably go your separate ways. The weight of his non-existent-yet absence was already heavy.

“About that..” you grimaced. “I feel like I need to be honest with you.”

Charles frowned a little, straightening back up to cover your cheeks with his hands. You took a deep breath and took your phone out of your pocket, grabbing one of his hands to drop it in his palm. The confused look he threw your way was almost adorable, except you had no idea how he’d react to the information and if your heart wasn’t racing like a dumbass, maybe you would have appreciated it.

The lockscreen was enough for his mouth to come agape a little bit.

“Oh,” he let out, obviously knowing at least one face on the group of friends that were displayed on the screen.

“Yeah,” you sighed.

“That’s okay. I mean.. He can probably kick my ass everyday but I’m well trained, I can hold my own,” he joked, dropping a kiss on your temple as you slid your forehead on his chest.

“Tom wouldn’t kick your ass,” you objected. “He’s nice, I swear.”

“I trust you.”

Those three words held way more than they should, but the green eyes of Charles were scanning you right now and as much as you tried to stand your ground, you knew it was game over as soon as they turned clearer with the sun peeking through the window. You rose on your tiptoes, stealing a gentle kiss that he reciprocated, framing your face with his hands and pushing you towards the couch.

Your ass slammed onto the sofa, his joining immediately after. He grabbed your hips and effortlessly lifted you so you could straddle him, which your dress helped tremendously to do, as soon as he scrunched it in his fists on both sides of your thighs.

If anyone had entered the room, they would have seen two teenagers making out like their lives depended on it. But to you, the kissing and groping didn’t feel urgent or pressing. Kissing Charles still felt like something you were meant to do, but also too good to be allowed. Is that what it was supposed to feel like? Was it supposed to feel like you were basking in the Sun, waiting to get sunburnt? Maybe you’d regret it later, when Charles would leave and you would be getting over your heartbreak, but for now, you sure loved every second of it and it was exhilarating (though a little bit scary too).

“Are you staying for the qualis?” he asked, his tongue having left your mouth the second prior.

“No, I have to go back to my friends,” you pouted. “They’ve been asking me where I was all morning, I can’t avoid them any longer.”

“M’gonna miss you,” he managed to grumble as your lips sought out his. “When will I get you back?”

“I’ll try my best to free myself after qualis, at least so I can get to see you before I leave.”

“Can I invite you to dinner? I can’t stay out too long otherwise I’ll be tired for tomorrow, but if we’re smart, it can be done.”

“The guys have something with Red Bull, I believe. I’ll see if I can excuse myself for this one.”

“Please don’t go to a Red Bull event,” he pleaded. “I don’t want you to support any team other than Ferrari.”

“Jealous much?” you grinned.

“I just think you’d look gorgeous in red,” he blushed.

“Get me a polo and I’ll wear it,” you challenged.

Charles’ arm left your waist for a second before he rummaged in a small backpack left unattended at the end of the couch. The sound of plastic wraps broke the silence before he grinned and slapped a Ferrari branded polo in your arms, though his name had been scribbled on the plastic with a black Sharpie.

“That’s yours, silly,” you giggled.

“Good. Everybody will know that you’re mine, then.”

Your cheeks most likely matched the colour of the shirt but you kissed the tip of his nose, making him chuckle before he got hold of your waist again, pushing you back on the couch before he hovered you, his green eyes no longer the pale green you had grown to recognize, but a mossy one that screamed trouble to you, as his hands reached the hem of your lace underwear, making you tremble underneath his touch.

“I still have about an hour before qualis,” he breathed on the skin of your neck. “Let’s make it count.”

Well, you were truly done.

☀️

You didn’t do much with Charles other than make out but let’s be honest, it was still the best use of an hour that you could have thought of. Charles’ teammate, Carlos, was in the suite next to his and you didn’t want to disturb him nor Charles’ focus on the qualis to come. There was an hour still before the Q1 would start and even though you had promised to be joining Tom, Tuwaine, Harrison and his girlfriend, you tried to hide in a little corner of the Ferrari garage until it was no longer possible.

Watching Charles put on his racing suit and gloves after his fingertips roamed the skin of your stomach was incredibly hot but as flustered you might have been, you also were incredibly grateful to be able to watch a F1 driver prepare for a racing session. There was something electric in the air, the mechanics were all focused on one thing only and that was the combo of the car and her driver. Kind of like a hive, all the little bees were making sure the queen was ready for her big effort. Not much was said, words were only exchanged when they were necessary but everybody knew what they had to do. It was a waltz very well-rehearsed with a fast tempo but you stood there, amazed by the spectacle, wishing you could appreciate it every race weekend or so.

You joined the rest of the band about fifteen minutes before the quali sessions started. Tom frowned seeing you and Harrison rolled his eyes so high you almost slapped him. Tuwaine stayed awfully silent and for the first time, you regretted coming with them.

You should have come to Monaco on your own.

“Where have you been?” Tom gently asked.

“I was roaming around the pitlane,” you shrugged.

“We were there and we didn’t see you,” Harrison grumbled.

“We must have missed each other, then.”

Tom didn’t pry for more infos, but his gaze spoke for himself. “We’ll talk about this later,” he ended up mouthing, to which you nodded after a sigh.

The qualifications were insane and the speed to which the cars passed you was truly extraordinary. You barely were able to tell which driver it was, but you sure recognized the beauty that was Charles’ car, crossing your fingers every time he drove past your stand. You silently wished for him to do well, hoping he would take advantage of knowing every turn by heart, having lived here his whole life. On each side of you, Tom and Harrison were cheering for Red Bull, but your heart was with Ferrari and you couldn’t help but nervously watch as Charles got the first time in the last laps of Q3. With less than a minute to spare, you helplessly watched as his car drifted into a wall and your heart immediately caught up in your throat. The world felt like it had stopped the moment the loud crunch of carbon fibres against a wall resonated around the track. The yelling crowd didn’t help with your anxiety and if you hadn’t been already on edge, this really had made it about a thousand times worse.

The gasp you let out was too audible for the guys to not turn to you immediately, but the tears pooling at your eyes as you waited for Charles to show that he was at least okay weren’t missed by your best friends, who frowned at each other while you breathed out a loud “Oh thank God” in relief watching him rose from his seat. It hadn’t taken long for him to confirm that he was unharmed but those handful of seconds before you saw him moving were enough to have you in complete despair. You hadn’t known Charles for long but if something happened to that pretty face, you’d collapse. Your hands were still shaky when you pushed them to your chest, willing your heart to slow down. Your breathing was still a little erratic, but you’d live, if the boys on either side of you didn’t bother you any more.

“Are you okay?” Tom carefully asked.

“I gotta go,” you mumbled, thrusting every bit of your things back into your tote bag.

“Wait, what? Where the heck are you going?” Harrison demanded.

“Tom, please, let me go,” you pleaded with your brown-haired friend.

“Where?” he grimaced.

“I swear I’ll explain but not right now,” you promised, launching yourself down the stairs, leaving them all confused in the VIP area of the stands you had been watching the qualis from.

Your mind couldn’t think straight. Charles was okay and that wasn’t such a nasty crash but you knew how much this race meant to him and you hoped his beloved car would resist enough not to lose the pole position that would assure him with very high chances of a win. He was okay, your mind was screaming at you, but your heart was tumbling down your feet at each step you were hurriedly taking, trying to come back to him as soon as possible, as if your eyes and hands could assess his state and reassure your heart. He was okay, he was okay, he was okay. But he could have been badly hurt, your heart screamed back, every time.

You stumbled into the Ferrari garage right as Charles was sliding his helmet back into its little designated cubicle. You let out a loud gasp at the sight of him, which caught his attention and made him turn back to you. Opening his arms silently, he caught you mid-jump when you rushed to his chest, crashing into him full speed and full force.

“I’m okay,” he reassured you, knowing instantly what you needed, cupping the back of your skull and pushing you deeper into his racing suit.

“I know, but for a second, I was really, really scared,” you hiccupped, tears suddenly pooling at your eyes.

“Hey, I’m alright,” he frowned, grabbing your face between his hands. “I know this wasn’t pleasant and trust me, I might have a couple of bruises, but I’m okay, I promise.”

You nodded, raising your hands to frame his own cheeks, letting your skin getting scratched by his stubble and exhaled, your heart finally coming back to a decent rhythm. Charles was fine. He might have been bruised in the process, but he was there, underneath your fingertips, breathing and reacting to your words, trying to reassure you. That was more than you could ever ask for after a crash. His racing suit stank a little and if you believed the sweat covering his forehead and lathering his hair, the minute he’d be out of that suit would be smelly, but you didn’t care. You didn’t care about the angry red line all around his eyes and nose, from the tight fireproof balaclava and you didn’t care about the smell of burnt rubber and gasoline mixed with sweat and you didn’t care about his sticky skin. You didn’t care because he was fine and that was all you actually cared about.

“Please be careful,” you whispered.

“I always am,” he smiled.

“I’m not kidding, Charles. I can’t have you get hurt.”

“Understood,” he breathed out, resting his forehead against yours. “I promise I’ll be mindful in the future.”

There it was. The word that had been kind of haunting you since you woke up this morning. The future was one scary thought, when you had no idea where you’d stand regarding Charles and whatever relationship you were building right now. But here he was, throwing the word like it was nothing, like it was evident, like there was no possibility of you going anywhere. A couple of mechanics were yelling at the entry of the garage, talking about how the car was making its way back and asking if the way was clear. Charles dropped a kiss on your forehead, pushing a strand of baby hair from your temple that was sticking in the wrong direction.

“How did you manage to enter the pitlane?” Charles suddenly realized.

“I’m tiny, no one saw me,” you shrugged.

“You sure are tiny, but just to make sure, I’ll get you a Ferrari pass for tomorrow.”

“Have I told you you’re the coolest guy around, yet?”

“No, but I’m very glad to hear it,” he laughed, resting his forearms on your shoulders. “Especially knowing the competition both in and out the pitlane.”

“I mean.. I like a lot of F1 drivers but you’re my fave,” you innocently shrugged, teasing him to no end.

“I meant..” he started, taking a step back from you, his arms leaving your body and making you cold.

“You have nothing to worry about regarding my relationship with Tom, Charles,” you suddenly understood, seeing him nervously play with his balaclava. “He’s one of my closest friends but that’s it.”

“Yeah but he’s..”

“He is,” you confirmed. “But he’s also a huge dork and someone I’ve seen in embarrassing situations, just the same. He’s like a brother to me, that’s all.”

“What about the others?” Charles timidly asked.

The question took you aback a little. Were you supposed to be honest and say that about forty-eight hours ago, you were still hanging on Harrison’s words, even though you knew nothing would happen? Or were you supposed to lie and tell him he had nothing to be afraid of? Now that you knew Charles, Harrison had been a distant thought, the memories of your crush on him so far away that you could barely even remember them. You knew that Harrison and you had history, not romantically but your friendship was still there, though his new relationship had driven a wedge between you two. Now that you thought of it, there had been a wedge between you two for quite a while. Harrison hadn’t been as exciting and attractive as he once was to you, for a few months. Ever since he had started dating his girlfriend, now that you realized.

You couldn’t start a relationship with someone else, with a lie. You sighed, knowing you had to be honest. It was the right thing to do, even though it might drive Charles away a little. But he deserved the truth and that was final. You would play your cards carefully, as long as he’d let you play.

“Tuwaine is fine, you can breathe. I did use to be quite in love with Harrison, I’m not going to lie,” you grimaced a little. “But it’s been a while. He has a girlfriend now and he hasn’t even been a super friend in quite a second,” you realized. “Harrison, Tom and I grew up together, and they’ve always been protective of me. Harrison used to be sweet with me, which might have been why I used to love him. But I grew up and I think I see now that it was just me projecting what I wanted onto the first guy who was nice enough. Harrison is my friend and that’s it. I think meeting you helped me figure out that I had moved on, for quite a while now.”

Your face probably matched the colour of Charles’ racing suit, but your answer seemed to satisfy him completely. He exhaled a little and framed your cheeks with his hands, dropping a kiss on your forehead again, the only place he could reach with your facemask preventing him to aim for your mouth.

“Okay,” he concluded.

“That’s it?”

“I trust you,” he nodded. “And I trust what we’re feeling right now.”

You dropped your forehead on his chest, not quite sure what to reply to that. Relief wasn’t even close to describe what you felt, knowing now how he reacted to the news. He could have been disappointed, hurt or even mad, but he accepted the truth for what it was and he trusted you. You’ve known each other for barely 24 hours. It didn’t make the single sense, but somewhat, it did. You trusted Charles too.

“When are you free tonight?” Charles asked.

“The guys leave at about 7pm, I believe.”

“Want to come to my place for dinner?” he offered.

“Are you gonna cook for me?” you grinned playfully.

“Only if you behave,” he raised his eyebrows, teasingly too. “Do I need to know about any allergy or distaste? I’m not a great chef, I need to tell you. Pasta might be the safest choice.”

“Bolognese or carbonara and you’ll have me happy for the night,” you promised.

“Deal.”

“Pick me up at the hotel?” you rose on your tiptoe to wrap your arms around his neck.

“It’s a date,” he breathed out, before sliding your facemask underneath your chin, grabbing said chin in the process and bringing your lips to his.

“Can’t wait,” you beamed on his mouth.

☀️

The drive back to the hotel with your friends had been awfully silent. Harrison was pretty mad and his girlfriend was trying her best to calm him by rubbing her thumb on his hand, Tuwaine was deep in thought (probably wondering when Harrison was going to lose it) and Tom was carefully trying to be respectful, while letting you feel that a conversation was needed. And you were trying to keep your anxiety at bay, but you weren’t really successful at it. Your hands were shaking, your chest felt tight and you were lost in a storm of Charles’ mouth and hands, of Harrison’s disapproving stare, of his girlfriend being there even though you didn’t like her, of Tuwaine’s probable reproaches and of Tom’s possible disappointment. You should have told them yesterday that you were going to the Ferrari event. They would have understood. Wouldn’t they?

As soon as the hotel suite’s door closed on you bunch, Harrison and his girlfriend disappeared in their room, not bothering to stay for the talk you had been anxiously seeing coming. Tom dropped his jacket on the arm of the couch and crashed in the middle of it, massaging his eyes with the palms of his hands and Tuwaine sat calmly on the nearest chair he could find. You stood in the middle of the living room, unsure what to do. These were your friends. Why did you feel like you were about to get scolded at by your father? Tom was the nicest soul you knew, so why did it feel like hell was about to break loose?

“I think you need to explain,” Tom started, gently. “Because you got very mad we didn’t invite you for this trip and in the end, you barely spend time with us.”

“I wasn’t.. It wasn’t-“ you tried to explain, horrified that he might think you were taking advantage of him.

“You need to breathe,” Tuwaine said. “We know you weren’t in it for a free trip.”

“It was wrong of us to not invite you in the first place,” Tom sighed, finally recognizing their fault. “You’re our best friend and we left you out. It wasn’t cool of us and I’m sorry about that.”

“I am too, by the way,” Tuwaine added.

“It wasn’t cool, indeed,” you whispered, treacherous tears pooling in your eyes. “You knew I liked the sport and you planned everything behind my back.”

“I know,” Tom exhaled, guiltily. “Again, I’m sorry about it.”

“It’s not the first time I’ve felt left out,” you admitted, in a brittle voice. “You guys always plan outings together and Harrison’s girlfriend tags along, but I’m stuck at home because you didn’t tell me shit. This isn’t fair.”

“Why didn’t you tell us you were feeling this way?” Tuwaine carefully inquired.

“Because I know you don’t mean to. I know you guys have plans between you three and I know you don’t expect her to come into it. I’m okay with you spending bro time or whatever.”

“Us not meaning to doesn’t mean you’re not hurt about it,” Tom concluded, opening his left arm for you to sneak your way to his side. “You need to tell us when things aren’t okay.”

“You also need to tell us where you are, so we don’t spend our time worrying you’ve got kidnapped,” Tuwaine added.

“I’m sorry about that…”

“Where have you been disappearing to?”

“I.. I actually wasn’t very far from you,” you grimaced. “I didn’t lie when I told you I was in the paddock, this morning.”

“Okay, but where?”

“I was in a garage.”

Tuwaine whistled, approvingly. It was a feat to approach a garage, he knew that by experience. Even his AAA pass hadn’t got him closer than the red rope all around them. Tom frowned a little, because if they hadn’t been able to come in, you with the same pass around your neck, shouldn’t have been to either.

“I met someone yesterday,” you announced, so softly they could have missed it if they weren’t hung on your words.

“From a team?” Tuwaine asked.

You nodded, your eyes going straight to your hands. Tom’s eyebrows furrowed even deeper, not knowing why you were suddenly nervous about it.

“Is he a mechanic?” Tuwaine excitedly wondered.

“I mean. He knows the cars,” you

“Is that who you spent the night with yesterday?”

“I didn’t spend the night with him,” you nuanced. “I spent the afternoon and evening with him.”

Tom nodded, understanding the meaning behind your words. Nothing much had happened between you and the guy and you weren’t sure why you didn’t disclose Charles’ identity once and for all. Maybe it was the fear that they would tell you that you were way in over your head with him, that you two didn’t belong in the same categories, but again, neither were you and Tom so it didn’t really make sense. Maybe they’d say that you couldn’t build something with someone who wasn’t always available, who wasn’t even in the same country as you. Long distance could work, but with someone you met barely 24 hours ago? That was a whole other problem. And maybe you were completely crazy to think this could last longer than the weekend, maybe they’d tell you that hanging with a guy for only a couple of days wasn’t what you deserved, but at least you had someone and it’s not like these guys hadn’t hooked up before.

Charles didn’t even feel like a hook up.

He felt like forever, wrapped in a golden ray of sunshine.

“What about..?” Tom started.

“I’m finally over it. I think I’ve been for a while.”

“What are you talking about?” Tuwaine frowned.

“That’s between us,” Tom stopped the conversation.

“Not cool.”

“Deal with it. So you’re over it? For sure?”

“It’s not like something would have happened anyway,” you shrugged. “It was time I realised it and it was even more pressing to realise that it never really was based on anything. He never caught up and that’s better that way. At least we won’t have to be awkward each other.”

Tom nodded, relieved to hear you say it. He had been worried about you and your heart for a while. He knew you to be goofy and sassy and an overall tiny tornado but he also knew that your heart was a very soft and warm place for anyone you chose to hold in there. You being infatuated with Harrison wasn’t much of a surprise to him, but him not reciprocating those feelings wasn’t great for your heart. You gave too much of it away and he was scared one day, you’d be out of stock. He didn’t want to have to pick up the pieces when you’d realise it was well and truly broken, especially if it was over Harrison. He loved you both to pieces and having to side with one of you would be heart-breaking.

But that was before you heard the scoff behind the couch and you’d turn your head to see Harrison’s girlfriend standing there, arms crossed on her chest, shaking her head from right to left, looking pissed as hell and ready to start a war. Tom saw it too and maybe that’s why he squeezed your shoulder a little, helping you brace for the impact, just like you had when Charles had crashed into the wall.

“Don’t believe for one instant that he doesn’t know,” she spat.

Your face instantly lost its colours. If Harrison had known, then he truly hadn’t cared at all and maybe that was the worst part of it. Because if Harrison, who knew you by heart, didn’t care, then why Charles, who barely knew you, would? You dropped your head in your open hands, getting ready for the panic attack that you knew was about to roll down on you. You could feel it, like a wave, licking between your toes, gradually swallowing your ankles and shins. It wouldn’t be long before a bigger wave would come engulf you whole.

“Truth be told, we were waiting for you to get over it and leave him alone,” she ended up saying, before turning back and slamming the door of hers and Harrison’s room, leaving you in a dizzy state, your heart confused and sad and cracking in every way.

Tom grimaced, while Tuwaine was finally putting the puzzle pieces together. Tom had been the only one knowing, for so very long or so you thought. He had been gentle and gracious in the way of handling the news and your feelings, always checking in on you and never, not even once, trying to making you feel bad for it. It’s not like you had chosen it, to be honest. But Tuwaine? You had no idea how he’d react and to be frank, you weren’t sure you wanted to know.

The hotel suite was huge, but it sure did feel tiny, now that your anxiety was taking the whole place. Your skin was prickling and the soft hand of Tom’s didn’t help at all, burning your arm, suffocating you more than it should, more than it ever had. And Tuwaine’s gaze.. It felt like a ton of bricks were sitting on your lungs, preventing you to fill them entirely with air. You were so dizzy you weren’t sure where the couch ended and what your hands were actually resting on. All your mind was screaming was how Harrison knew and how he hadn’t cared. Because you didn’t deserve him to. Because you didn’t deserve anyone to. Right?

“Are you okay?” Tom whispered, leaning to you, as your chest was heaving rapidly.

“I don’t know,” you replied, breathlessly, shrugging off his hand. “I think.. I think I need some air,” you strangled yourself on a sob, trying to stand up but spinning a little on the way.

“Do you want me to walk you to the balcony?”

“No, I need out,” you sobbed. “I need to get out of here.”

You grabbed your undone bag and your phone that had been slid on the coffee table when you had sat down next to Tom and escaped the suite before any of them could stop you.

Everything was spinning and you weren’t sure what to do, where to go and how to do it. The first clear thought you got was pale green coloured and you sighed, knowing it was your best option.

You unlocked your phone and dialled the number as soon as your fingers stopped shaking.

“Hey, it’s me. Change of plans, can you come pick me up from the hotel right now?”

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𝙳𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙸𝚃𝚄𝚃𝙴

when did you start thinking of big brother as something to possess? not sure. at the same time that you were given your own demons to fight, maybe. a/n. wanted to write something for not-yet-so-evil geto, yk, before everything went to shit

.wordc. 3k tw incest, big brother geto, dubcon, unprotected sex, feelings :/

There’s a thick blanket of shame that you often cuddle into. A thick cover of broken understanding that casts over you and curls around your fingertips, and you lay, and you wait. But for all that lackluster, shattered understanding, you don’t think you could trade it if you wanted to. No, this is yours to sit in, from the moment you wake up to the second you go to bed, and if you’re lucky, it doesn’t follow when you sleep.

It makes sense, doesn’t it? Short, feeble breaths escape you as you jog around the corner and your feet sink into the thin wisps of snow left for the day. You brought this upon you two, so it’s only right that you deserve to be punished. Your eyes are teary and unfocused, cheeks bitten by the wind and the sweat on your back cools too quickly, but you can’t deny it.

This is your own, little curse to wear; hidden far beneath the safety of your skin.

Niisan carries his own well. You should do him a favor and follow suit. Your breath escapes in thin, white clouds as you come to a halt in the courtyard and stretch out your back, shaking your feet from the wetness of the melting snow. You pick up the geta and switch out your soaked sneakers, leaving those in the exact place you took them from. Being exact, that much you’re capable of at the very least. You turn towards the main door— only to startle back at the narrowed gaze pointed at you. Suguru crosses his arms over his chest and hops down from the ledge, before he raises a brow. “What are you doing?”

You only tut your lips, a bit frustrated at being caught, but not willing to let it show. “Running.”

“Yes, I can see that,” your big brother softly chuckles, pulling his hands from his pockets as he walks towards you with lingering steps. “My question is; why?”

He stops a few feet away from you, but even from a distance he seems to tower over you, always has- probably always will. It’s one of those things that you struck out on, you guess, being the shorter sibling, the slower, less talented sibling. He’s always been the perfect size to hold you to him and make you fit in his hands. You wish you could despise him for it. But Suguru nii isn’t like that, he’s never been unfair to you. Even though you are—

When you don’t answer, he takes another few steps closer, nudging your face his way and leaning to meet your eyes. “Baby sister? I can’t hear you.” The teasing drag of his words only tightens the knot between your brows. You push the fingers gripping your chin away with a huff and walk around him, tapping your toes onto the floor a few times as you get onto the terras, not bothering to look back at him. If you were to tell him the real reason, he’d end up pitying you. Gleefully, wholeheartedly, he’d tell you no- because Suguru nii doesn’t think of you as anything bad, and you can’t help but disagree.

“If you’re gonna cry, at least do it in my room! What if mom and dad see you,” he calls after you, something that has your pout jutting right back out as you turn on your heel. Niichan looks like a drop of ink on spotless paper in this landscape, black hair and yukata almost blending together to create one perfect form, full and proud. You kick off the wooden shoe and chuck it straight at his head, watching as it stops a few inches away from his shoulder and falls to the ground, stopped in it’s tracks. Stupid curses.

“I’m not crying, Suguru!”

“You look like you’re about to, to me,” he chimes back, picking up the geta and chucking it right back for you to put on, wet this time. He gives you a little up and down, staring at you with full attention through those long, thick lashes, before his mouth corners drop slightly. “Really though. Why have you been out for almost an hour now, y’know I worry.”

He does. You might bicker and toss out snide comments, even fight from time to time, but you know he worries. He cares, always has. It’s a miracle and a half he hasn’t given up on you yet, really. “‘M hmea,” you whisper, looking away from your big brother, still standing in the middle of the courtyard like a beacon, a blaring warning sign against the landscape. He raises a brow, and places his hand behind his ear, slipping back into the grin. “I’m weak.” But he gives a lost ‘huh?’ again, making you pipe up, clenching your fists at your sides. “God, I said I’m weak, niichan! You’re so annoying!” Your snappy tone echoes in the quiet of the mountain, seeming to carry much too far.

And to his credit, he has the decency to look at least a little sheepish at pushing you when you shrug your sweater over your head, staying only in a flimsy top as you let the cold pick at your glowing skin. You toss the thing inside the hall with a sigh, glancing inside the house for a few seconds when it stays entirely quiet up here, so unlike home. “Where are they, anyway?”

You don’t bother to even acknowledge him this time as you push open the door further, wanting to curl up and hide in your room. He’ll probably use this as a way to blackmail you later on. Maybe make you run a lap so that Satoru senpai can make fun of you too- and how stupid and weak you are. “They left for the day, it’ll be just you and me until tomorrow.” He hops up onto the wooden platform himself, and patiently waits for you to get out of the hallway before he follows behind into the house. “Should be fun, right?”

Though the softness in his tone is definitely present, you can’t help yourself from clicking your tongue and rolling your eyes, moving quickly to the simple room you’ve been spending the last two weeks in. “Yeah, totally.” It doesn’t feel like home, not by a long shot, but it’s become close enough a place to relax as you’ll find this far into the mountains. Mom and dad needed a “getaway” for the family, something along those lines. They really just didn’t want to deal with the pressure of Suguru’s growing popularity and demand in the Jujutsu scene with a second kid failing so miserably, you’re sure.

You hear him sigh as you trek away from the main room so suddenly, the familiar urge to hide from the world creeping back up. The golden boy of the Geto family. You know you’re being unfair to him, and that for all his flaws, Suguru is about as good to you as big brothers come. It’s just fact that he is stronger. If you had been born the stronger of the two, you probably would carry it less gracefully. He never looks down on you. You are his blood and he is yours, now until forever - it’s something you always admired him for.

When you were smaller and he’d place you on his back, carry you through the dark hallways while talking to you so helpfully. “Keep 'em shut,” he’d laugh any time you dared open a squeezed eye, only to cower back into his shoulders. “Almost there.” Suguru nii had every reason to be afraid— more reason to be, since he could see the things you were actually afraid of. He had to face them for you. And then he’d cling to your hand and lead you out of the house, out of the heat, into the night with his smile a little too genuine.

Looking up with big, teary eyes at the way the moon lit up his face and made him seem wholly different than you. Maybe that’s where your infatuation started, or maybe that’s just the excuse you give yourself these days. Your appreciation of him used to be wholesome. It used to be good and pure and straightforward. It used to be right. You’re not sure when that changed for you, when you started seeing niichan as something to possess. No. He has his curses and you have yours, and surely, surely- there’s a reason as to why you wake up in a cold sweat every night, dreaming of your big brother.

Your begged your parents to let you stay behind, drop you with aunts or uncles or anyone else. Just don’t keep you locked up in a coop with your big brother, please. You think Suguru would’ve probably winced if he’d heard how hard you begged, but he’ll never understand what it’s like. To be overcome with-

You pull your blanket further over you as the door is slid open, his somewhat lanky form slipping into the room to kneel at your bed. There’s a deep breath, before his warm palm lands on your head and he brushes an encouraging thumb along your temple. “Didn’t mean to actually make you upset. You okay?” The ruffling of his yukata is soft and awfully distracting, smooth fabric dragging along your neck and leaving goosebumps all over your skin. “Don’t be mad at me,” he whispers as he leans down, ever so soft.

Only when it comes to you he is able to leave the posturing behind and crack open at the edges, and you’re not nearly good enough to resist it when it’s offered so gently. Not that it doesn’t kill you inside. The tears that well up in the silence between you two are something made of both regret and frustration, and you sniffle into the blanket the longer it lasts. Bringing up a knuckle to swipe the fat tears away from your face, you struggle back as he scoots down and gets under the blankets with you, now no longer hesitating to pull you close.

“‘M not mad at you,” you try to squeak, you try to push at his shoulder, but he just catches your hand and folds it back between your two bodies. He cuddles up to you as close as you’ll let him with your objections, and noses at your temple as you’re forced to make peace with the comforting smell of caramel and spices that takes up your space. “Go away, oniichan,” you beg again, but the way your hands are wrung into his clothing proves it. You’re-

“You’re weak.” His eyes find yours when you look up in surprise, cheeks swiped with wetness and lips cracked open. “Is that what you’re so worried about, little sis?” A little breath washes over your cheeks when he laughs, enjoying your expression a little longer. “That’s just fine, isn’t it? That’s why I was made to be strong after all. I’m meant to protect you.” Your little, pink tongue peeks out to wet your lips against your lack of words, and his eyes follow the motion, before he swallows. “Big brothers are meant to take care of their little sisters, aren’t they? Definitely when your sister is weak.”

“You have no clue what you’re talking about, niisan,” you whisper back, letting goosebumps overtake your arms and legs. Even the slightest brush of the soft fabric sends you spiralling deeper into your own little hell, gross thoughts now again banging at your conscience. It’d be so easy to ask it of him right now— demand it for hurting you, for the long term damage he might cause. Your nipples pebble the longer the cold air slips between your two bodies, his hand no longer soothing over your side. “You shouldn’t promise things you can’t give.”

Suguru’s eyebrows pull together at that, pinching in a single line that pulls crooked, the slightest reminder that even perfection has it’s temporary flaws. “I’m not, I mean it.”

“I don’t think you want to help me, Suguru nii,” you end up whispering, looking from his eyes to his neck, hearing the birds outside and your heart bang in your throat. There you go again, thinking something you shouldn’t. “I’m not just weaker than you physically. If that was the case I could forgive it.” It aches not to drag your lips along the soft stretch of exposed skin under his chin, leave your sign there. He is yours and you are his— by blood, but it doesn’t seem like it. Not when your thoughts thump like this. “‘M weak because I want something.”

It’s unfair. You know he’ll ask, anyone would, and you know you’ll bite the bait gladly. But you’re only one person, and this seems too good to be true. “What?” Suguru asks, while your hands cling a little harder to him. There’s a strange intensity in his eyes, a focus as he watches you roll closer, bury your nose against the thumping vein of his throat and place your lips there, softly at first.

“This,” you mouth along it, shifting so that his thigh is slotted in between yours, and though he doesn’t move and you don’t dare push your luck, even the slightest bit of friction makes you clench, panties wet. It’s a curse for sure, how easily you’ve come to think of your body as his. As an extension of him, always longing and begging. You kiss harder when he takes a sharp breath, following him when he pulls back and grabs for your shoulder. You whine when his skin leaves the vicinity of your mouth, shaking your head. “No, niichan, stay.”

He lingers— for your sake or his you’re not sure, but it’s a second before he loses the grip on your shoulder and you climb onto him to push your crotch to his. “Holy fuck,” he mumbles, staring up at you like you’re a foreign thing now. You might as well be, you’ve tried so long to keep it in that right now it feels like a stranger. A stranger that tugs little hands from niichan’s collar and shoves it open to drop a greedy mouth down his muscular pecs and under them, sucking and biting. You mewl happily when you rock yourself on him and you feel the hardness between you two, cock swelling with blood even if he doesn’t mean to.

Your clothed cunt slicks and begs as you rut yourself on him for a few seconds, breathing so heavy, before Suguru manages to find his voice and cracks out a plea. “Are you insane?” Probably.

“Want you so bad, niichan,” you moan, digging your nails into his sides and rocking yourself enough to shake loose the rest of his clothing and give you more access to him. The hardening, growing length is twitching by the time you slide off onto his thighs to start pulling his boxers down, letting your mouth drop open with a needy tongue, greedy for him. You wonder if he sees you as a curse right now, not lingering on it long enough to care before you lave your tongue along your big brother’s cock. “‘S your fault, niichan,” you mumble to him, and he bristles.

“You did this to me,” you cry.

His eyes find yours under your lashes, thick and watery and your drool slipping along the glossy head of his cock as you let it into your mouth before popping it back out, licking along the ridge. Suguru is painfully quiet as he grips your hips to steady you onto your knees, but you don’t care. It hurts. You can’t be bothered with any more foreplay before you pull your shorts and underwear to the side and get positioned above his thick cock, twitching impatiently for your touch.

You let the head brush up against your soft, wet cunny, before you push down and feel it slide deeper inch by inch. And Suguru nii, he just hangs onto you and lets you do what you need to do, as if he knows that you’re hurting without him inside. “Ah, niichan,” you throw your head back as you sink down until he bottoms out, smelling like sex and freshly washed linen, something that smelt so pure just seconds ago. “Niichan, w-need -ah- you,” you sniffle, leaning down for his face and kissing him, letting your tongue meet his when he finally starts kissing you back.

And you hurt, because it isn’t fair. That he got everything, and gave you the bad end of the deal. Made you so weak, to start with. “‘S your fault, niichan,” you mumble against his mouth again, banning the imagines from your head. “Don’t you remember?”

‘Shh, stay still,’ he giggled back then, hiding out of the house under the light from the moon. Perfect. The golden boy, and you, his shadow. ‘I’m just going to give some of my curse to you! That way we’ll be together forever.’ Hiding under the bridge and brushing your tears away.

‘You won’t hurt me, right, niichan?’ He’ll give you your own cursed technique. Give you part of his.

‘Never. If anyone can do it, it’s me, right?’ He’ll fix you. He’ll fix you. He’ll fix you. ‘Because I am strong and you’re weak.’

‘Promise?’

‘Promise.’

And as you cry around him now, spearing yourself onto your big brother with shaky thighs and slick gushing down his cock, you’re still weak. You tremble and shake each time his cockhead bumps your cervix, moaning out his name and feeling him bucking back into you. The lewd squelches that fill the empty house and the heavy hit of your ass hitting his thighs, his hands pulling your hips further onto him. What a liar in the end. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, voice cracking.

“I love you, niichan. Never leave me.”

#tw.incest #tw.dubcon #jjk smut #geto smut #jjk.txt

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